o my bewildered beloved,
you inherit me.

your thrashing craves the agony of my closeness.
the ghost of love-sorry wanting
haunts your yearning
tender wails.

i punish your sweet aching endless.

my noblest work is to bestow the tarnished spoons
of your soul starved birthright.

that we would already reminisce
such jagged begotten nostalgias,
who are we fated to be?

little bird, how can you suffer such unceasing immortal stings
and yet gush such immense unbounded brightness?

i am naked in your singing eyes,
the vast unthought half-imaginary mirror of your unbending love.

i’ve lain with the cursed to bless our way home.
i would see you back to yourself.