Pain-gyric
You were torn
Immediately
Ripped from the
Grips of infatuation
Mundane cessation
Shhh…let me be.
Open and closed
Hands dancing
From the window
Beginning
Heaven riding
Shotgun
Fully loaded
Mist
Sulfur nostrils
Swimming
Butterflies’
Immersion
This is how
I love you
and
This is how I
Love
Red letter dub
Stepping…
Red winged cove,
Too cold above
The noose
Melted shoelaces
Cliff locked
Barefoot
Swan dive
into
The blackest
White hole
No sir,
I don’t need a receipt