I give these shares
with knotless doves.
I give these shares to thee.
I slake the love
with fearless tooth.
I pass your shore to breathe.

The poor-farm root,
the napled glove,
the tongue released to see,
is just a speck
of diamond dust,
a learned soul to bleed.

The days are gone,
too-static-heart,
as will breaks stone in deed.
I settle in,
the warmest darks.
You were the only choice for me.