what is the point? she once asked me
now I ask myself the same
what good,
what help is yet to come
of this embittered flame?

words in my throat
like bellows
steam the water in my eyes

if but these thoughts
could only cool
this molten mind
of mine

I sit and stir
and ponder yet
what strife
this blue love
did beget

red tears and purple sweat
lay heavy
lidded
low

my brow a lifted lapidary
my chest canary glow

but far off
yet
my darling

green

as there'll always be

and somewhere
blooming in the darkness

a rosebud
heart

just for me