For you I gave all the forests
bound in leather
inky inclinations
that favor your
outwardly affect
Oh sweet Love
can you hold my heart
in arrest just a moment more
I say, I want
to muse my muse
with eyes blind
to touch the space you
occupy all the time in between
moments I forget
Sometimes; in my dreams
you’ll be in an
existence so easy
I know it can’t be true
Oh do You
believe in this divorce
between our union
we kept under sheets
goose feathered capes
that draped
across bare backs and chests
beating caged hearts
you threw away the number—four
times you convinced yourself
in loneliness
allow the empty— you
left to swallow possibility for me
and all the next rest.