Falling through the sallow plague –

mine, all mine, the weather reminds,

left in your place,  jade veins shooting through

a gold - untouchable, never invaded,

stained all the same;

an infection of kisses and petals up my arm.

 

The coo –

the ribbon route, floats the infant, calm –

a sway of circles,

a dawn of cradles

and where we are, sobbing;

bruised with losing all moments too soon.

 

But to have a point of zero,

a thought of closure – lips resigned -

a charmed taken death in the width of nothing -

and code no space to remain, no time

to take or a union,

split -

 

it will be complete -

a poppy stream, stroking fine

the collapse of sweet resist

and satisfy, that crave,

 

that god,

 

that -