i am breathing for the urge to tell you something beautiful
i do not kiss with lips but
with sweet bones thrust sunward,
wondering what it is like to be embraced
by the arms of a skeleton
the king and queen and monarch (butterfly)
crowns of roses or holly,
winter brings cold and thoughts of you
i, the ever-scared lion,
shudder in my sheets
i can show you fear in a handbasket,
the girth of the sun snapping leather belts
until our faces fall to the earth
the bottle was broken,
message pecked by gulls-
i hope you know i said i loved you
and the world will fall at your feet
we are but lonely dolls
and your murmurs of eternity
pull my heart asunder-
we are neither together
nor forever












