your periwinkle is all the blue corn on yellow-green stilts
simmering in the solitude of a raging silence…
where the moon is closer than you think
but you can’t be sure how many moons in a night sky
makes another world.
on the brink of an everlasting disarray
you can go for days without boys
that remove the sun from its perch
to impress a devoted
zodiac. wilting in a ravenous
Tea Cup.

i have enjoyed our talks
on the rim of The Rhine.
bathed in golden fleece to the tune
of passing ever by.
i have lept into a margin of Paradise
the width of a splinter in a cloven hoof.
i have known you from the beginning demise
of my hearts’ quiet.
i have supposed
unloving you
is not required.
i must always
and always must be
an entire
impractical
agog.

I love you
and that's
because