i have a heart that scars
itself upon
the "thought"
of you...

   and in two,
       and in two...
and...

             no "two" of you
is a "one" of me;
never mind the:
will be,
of Saladin's whim...

hardly:
i forgot to rhyme
a poetry:

i exfoliated
in punctuation...
no tattoo on
skins...

more...

            tailoring
a scratch of pork
made to suit
a hardening
and to craft
a walk:
in the confines
   of a (to) boot;

i punctuate:
i don't rhyme.