open the hand that wants to grasp
and reel in the heart that has grown roots in her garden
the tearing away of flesh from soluble bliss
in red liquid heartbeat
shipwrecked and home at last
covered in the colors of her royalty
we are already at the top
hillside mansion chasing her through endless changes-  doorways
shed rooms aside
cast clothes into closets without doors
wild wreckless abandon on black rooftops
an hour before sunrise we were tripping blindness bound
encumbered in each others flood
the bubble burst and the casualties of love lick their wounds
in the cold light of morning