Hope is just desire with her
Church cloths on.
You say you can’t die, with lips
Virgin to living.
On a mountain up high I’ve also known
Dreams worth howling out.
Have you gone up high, to the peak,
Cloudy and teasing sweet?
The subtle way you offer me your
bones betray you
By all I’ve seen, your closet
Barely made room.
My my my, aren’t we sour marsh
breathing amber&brine
Death by little Black dress,
Black on browned&butteted
Everlasting; wouldn’t mean…
Last but first
Soulmates can climb&fall,
Mated and solos
Outdated, over the weighty wax,
Wet in flight
Sea ashes vibrate when you dream loud
Glowing on high.