(for elizabeth jean)
love without middle or substance or bone,
the provisional loner at war.
and ending that era, I slip through the skin
confronting the terror and pleasures within
this moment, this rapture, this cardinal sin.
fantastic endeavors, new dreams and denials
while condemning myself in the wake.
co-de-pent and thirsting; this feral of trust,
I roil amidst fervor's, embellished in lust
your liquid enlight-ment; my motional crust.
bent over, bent backwards, now bending to break
this flesh, timid ritual.
the ecstasy measured by site of her eyes
that eclipsed and encased the enveloping skies
for much less a treasure I would, most certainly...
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