In this fixed game I love you.



A parlance we took to the islands,

a sun collapsing,

peering over mountain and

down to crystal surf,

the bright smile of a dream…



Sitting on this balcony

a storm swears itself and leaves no testimony,

nothing can save us

but our own fragile choosing.



So cross forever far the coming breech,

another day wakes and breaks its promised take…



And gain this heart with eyes flung open.

It will love you

long after…

And for every last trespass



discovered.