come
now and be done
with awful things
that love not
enough .
and
rain that falls
for the first drought
that it slept
with.

come
and be the
unwounded wound
with me !
your stitch in a clot
of lost blood and skin
selves  -
brooding  enchantment

an almighty
bruise...
A fruit fly winking in
a black nectar
Holiday... of Loving Another
Come what
May...

We're like a splinter in a Star !
an undone knot of unraveled harm !
We are mostly lovely and haunted
where our plasma bluffs in our veins...
We can't explain the cruelty
of gentle goodbyes
but  forgive the mercy of Hells
as a last resort
to a first
dream.

we barely dreamt
Ourselves