LightLeak

The light touch of failure.
Suspended sonata, tipping fourths and thirds-
Beyond the moonlight, into conditions
Where temperate faiths are tested; favorably.

Tears brush your teeth with scent.
The dimmest streetlight holds your sorrow.
I relent to flip a coin on our love.
Dripping brims of hats around do see.
Where voices wake the flowers from our grave.

Love do explain just when to die,
Prepare a sudden shrill and place.
I’ve been prepared since milk flowed
from vein to verse.

Your soul flew to the edge of my sight
Where death held your tongue to sing.
Your fingers swell in painful sight,
of silver trust.
My eyes are tangled unconsciously.

Six feet from the blackened earth,
A bridge motions to burn,
Birch wood rotten in Seattle rain,
One hundred twenty pounds worth.

The hum of laughter is the
knock on thickened floors,
Your fears feel my soul lift
My fingers stripping in distress
To Shed the circle we fell into.

Undress your bloody thigh,
I stamped my soul,
Blazing fierce,
So you may never let go.