In this fixed game I love you.
A parlance we took to the islands,
a sun collapsing,
peering over mountain and
down to crystal surf,
the bright smile of a dream…
Sitting on this balcony
a storm swears itself and leaves no testimony,
nothing can save us
but our own fragile choosing.
So cross forever far the coming breech,
another day wakes and breaks its promised take…
And gain this heart with eyes flung open.
It will love you
long after…
And for every last trespass
discovered.
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 3:18 PM UTC
In this fixed game I love you.
A parlance we took to the islands,
a sun collapsing,
peering over mountain and
down to crystal surf,
the bright smile of a dream…
Sitting on this balcony
a storm swears itself and leaves no testimony,
nothing can save us
but our own fragile choosing.
So cross forever far the coming breech,
another day wakes and breaks its promised take…
And gain this heart with eyes flung open.
It will love you
long after…
And for every last trespass
discovered.