suddenly, i digress from that loathsome reality

to love; that Love, that will never be.


Your hair in clasped hands; a sight to see!

an utter visage of our inequity


Those dream filled nights; indecision into reverie

a blood-stained heart; i long to see


i watch a couch arrayed amiss; perhaps it was on Delongpre

Or, was it just the spot of me, in err that you'd truly wait for me?


Green-swept necks; the void they say to see

from what i'll gauge my gracious-laden disparity


yet,


"...the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!"

if only J. Alfred, your breeze-kissed lips he'd see.


Among the late evening, Chinatown meals we'd be

or, early market arm brushes; my utter pleasantries


but,


fullness, ours, i realise fleeting; forever'll be

while fear; my constant reality.