an entitlement to sink teeth
despite running high,
these things which bite
keep still in kind, my love
as the swarming vowels
attack likes bees
stinging in past tenses
clinging to all the nonsense
keep eyes from gnashing to the moor
the floating whisper of smiles
delicate to gloss all in hurt
from the gravity of moors
and fill in the blank
you cringe as your face
there doesn't have to be
labels to speak in upper case
embrace the complexions
denied as innate fluidity
validation lies naught
in the eye of the beholder