For An Ex Of Fire



Weeping swells travel

up into my industry.

They talk of vanity it

made me so complete.


Power of the pen spy

diaries bleeds an eye

of other vessels a skin

I used as my disguise.


Never shall we join as

a posey is thrown up

an aisle where we join,

and drink Christ’s Cup.


My darling of islands

in a sea of a lavender

shall and does now

does float my cadaver.



(Photo & Content: 12 years ago)

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