we had been friends
committed to court between
our passionate hearts,
our desires: blue and deep,
our feelings: intense and rich,
our beings: longing and sick
of each other, till-
The thin line of separation
that bleeding moment of tragedy
carved enough of space
between our longing,
fusing hearts.
Nobody bends before a servant!
Declaring widowhood to the bride.
greener than those-the leavesbelow me,born prior-The wings thatsupported meLike my parents,Kept me evergreen with growthblue with dreamspink, at timeWith passion andUninterrupted lustFor life.
My lonely island heart nailsthe harbinger who shone, as moon stallsthe far western sky, when night falls.
joy resembles fear of separation.
buds burnt for garnering warmth.
