Enamored

In the mane of darkness–
Saints in the blue, a delicate

balance, use mums or limits before
us. For the death of a lost love,

he buys a house for a drifter
but won’t buy one for the two

of us… howls, hotels, however ghosts
the waves rise, or fall. But don’t pray.

Travel to the next step, I want
you. I’m not sure if you are smiling

or just want to be let down stiffly
willful, vilified glass you shape me from.

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