torrid love
gnawing at the withers of my reason for a horse.
my kingdom for a kindness
now in flames
and my youth a dream, teetering on the north
of my age, and the edge
of my
night,

the night i found in love.

from the belly of a wave
in the heart of a maze
i ascend

having slain
a thousand crow
to feather my black
thing

and take ingenious
wing
before the searing
nay
of the sun
annuls

melting the fledgling

and keeping
the sky.

from below, i know above

and go home.