Insomuch as your eyes
whose gaze castrated rays
of golden summery sunset shine.

Who beneath cascading faux catalysts,
capsized in bad Faith,
punch-drunk-love assumed
a more subtle form.

But the scope of harshity,
contingent on reality,
never so sea-deep rolled
until day broke dawn
and hope's first light
precipitated the tetronimos of life
perfectly aligned.

So hurtle your defiance at the stars.

Because my love for you
is as much a roof
as the hole-poked legions
of heaven's souls
hold my company
on warm summer nights.

Summer nights that I dreamt of
you without a face,
love without a name,
and life with a purpose.

I am the universe
and this is your playground.