i cannot name your smile
it is fragile and it does not
last
but i will give you hope
for it, for it most anything
i will give you
my laugh for it, and by it
regenerate,
through It a new Spring.

i would say to you that "i
do not know your scar"
, but i will give you
a kiss for it
to mend, Oh!
for it to mend, most anything
for you, for your health
i would
Name each planet your name,
each speckled rill of starlight, your name.

but what for
your heart your curse your
fleeting love?

for that, my
love i give you my love.

for what is a well if not a falling-in?
for certainly i would fall if it means you

and for what is a hill if not a climbing-up?
a steep, our rite and gauntlet

and for what does jealousy cast if not a shadow?
now&
what of a ghost?

and silent the slow night.

the night but what for the bloodless ghost,
wan and ripe with death??

(the drawn dagger;
the heart for the cutting
and for the bleeding)

Of what do we die if not of love
or if not death then impregnable sleep -

is it that we have but to rot
in the basements of an ocean?

or is it our time a candle diminished?
A Flame Eclipsed, and for a heart a torment the greater

as it is, upon the precipice of Here we stand
alive(?)

and i am but nothing but i have the words that
my anger:

it was not for you
it was for that i would only have left of you a letter

when you are gone