" when you're spoken too, you're speaking... " she said
and the earth opened up and Silenced  me
like a gnat in chartreuse foam.
we live the wrinkle in time
that suddenly stops.
and believe the hurricanes
are not for us
to not
love.

we wed the whimper
of my goosebumps
to the bead of sweat
on your brow
and our sorrows
are Hallelujahs
swooning in the guttersnipe
of our sweet
descent.

the genuine artifice of our actual denial.