flesh making mistakes
but a deep temperance coos

and alas,
something leaves my brain
catapults from the yellow skin
leads to rain for thirty days
and rusty leaves cover a hole
of my heart
ten feet underground
a trap unfurling
along the strand of the horizon
only in the morning
does courage ride
on the lips of the sun
to meet the dome of the sky
with a warm readiness
like your oven baked eyes
an ancient script
on the hips of the hills

our love miles in the making
an extra horizon away