I drew a line in the sand
Between you and me,
And said, “Thou shalt
Not crosseth this line.”
Well, the waters of time
Rise and they fall, and
The trench I’d dug
Flooded with the truth,
Spilling unbidden from
These lips and I, frozen
In shame and something
Like fear demanded,
“Thou shalt not crosseth
These waters.” And you,
Faithful and tangled in
My web of lies, did not
Cross. But, like Jesus
On the Cross, we bled,
And the rivers of blood
Knew no borders, so
I fled, further up the
Mountain, until there
Was an ocean between
Us. And I commanded,
“Thou shalt not crosseth
This sea.” But, having
Drawn my line in the sand,
I’d forgotten for a moment
The world was round,
And I found myself back
On a beach in Normandy
With you.

i.

Buoyant, as bubbly toddler's, giggly as drunkard's on a midnight
Swoon. Though sober, ourn limb's limber, high as we osculate;
Her countenance is seductive, her saliva reproductive, none to crosseth ourn citadel; a playground carousel, ourn kid's to relate.

ii.

O' crème de la crème, the kalinaw that thou hast brought
The solace that I hath sought, awaiteth in thine intellect of light;
Beyond the grave's of death and fright, on a train, or just one
Flight, I shalt meeteth thee mine amare, between the bijou veil.

iii.

In novel's, In tale's, on bookshelves, in robust detail, when the fall
Arriveth, and the winter enter's, when Hades breaketh loose;
As the universe loses it's center, and the Cosmos goes to blood, as the planetoid's faileth, a letter in the mail, mine heart sail's.

©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry founder.

In those hard times
I did love thee not.
But now I doth
At which hour I see thee rot.

Oh, Guildford, I realize
The thought yond we were meant to beest
Didst not crosseth mine own mind.

Nine days queen
Didst weaken our bond
I had not the timeth
To knoweth we hath grown fond