s[weep] s[wept]

tears far more than gold
he wept for i felt unloved
as we walked
he walks with me
brought forth foreign love

u n c o n d i t i o n a l
he wrote agape
on the scarred skin
from rages brute blade

he said, "i worship you,"
as i inhaled

he is the rain
in the drought

his arms
the home the angels bring me to

orbiting
waltzing
eternally my muse
he is my ink