when we were last was all was well
adjunct a wall of stone we lay
on verdant grass my throat did sing
of wheeling stars
and evergreen.
when next my breath and fingers flew
to sword unsheathed at shadows long
like Venus stung you sank below,
like Sisyphus
i climbed anew.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
when we were last was all was well
adjunct a wall of stone we lay
on verdant grass my throat did sing
of wheeling stars
and evergreen.
when next my breath and fingers flew
to sword unsheathed at shadows long
like Venus stung you sank below,
like Sisyphus
i climbed anew.