desire is a world of promises:
endings as sorry causes everywhere
i look. unkind is my outward explosion;
inward, it’s terribly bereft. while you

who are my second self, nimbly reflect
the shining order of my bronzen failure.
sightless, i touch your skin, and we are moved
by sterling promises of moonlit measure.

hunger stretches the bend along your limb
as multitudes, desiring one. believe
this melody. let melt the muscled heart
whose turning grief recovers ever Love.

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