she poured cool water on me,
a ******* in hysterics.

when she's around, i feel weak and atrophied
an old crudeness begins seeping black into my expression
and just then
or hopefully soon,
her eyes catch the sun.

a book floats from the bilge,
still legible.

a piece of kintsugi was finished at that very moment.

another passage made
with lowered visibility.

she knew what should never break a man
and still consoled him for it, patient
her steadfast love that clashed with an arrogance
but took his tributes readily
she knew what she had wrought,
in him,
and treated him like family

she mustered up the Enemy,
put fire in my blood.

my eyes are light enough to lift
though it was she who raised them,
when they lock on like a magnet
to a halo-down horizon.

i hardly feel the thorn inside
as slanted Eve arrives
i think about her Energy
and rest my broken mind