I squint my eyes
to scrutinize through drunkenness
and there you live
like a plant in the middle of  a dead garden of eden
so apprehensive
and so you live

your beaming life comes through me
like meteors making their mark on the edge of your
smallest universe
you make your mark on me
like a scar
her forever.

you commit nothing
and neither do I

beauty has dug itself so deep
through your upper lip
through your lower jaw
and everything that has moved through your mouth
through everything that has spoken to me
you see
I am lawfully
scared by
you
my comely crescent

you are like the moon
your are like the sun
and there is no escape from you

within my days I am trapped
with the scorning of your face
with the mourning of your lips

elegant tapestry
you stand in my hallways
like the birth of everything my mind
can simply generate
in relation to you

I must admit
this torture,
yes- everything has had relation to you
and I deny this and move through with my day
with a blind eye

so I am always blind
and I blind myself on purpose
so that your jawline;
;
;
;
;
does not make me hurt-

and remember those days
when I sat under the rays of
modest things
with
;
;
you