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.