Trust lies shivering by the hedgerow, Her life bleeds into cold cataracts. I see an eclipse in those eyes, rainfall; of starlight trapped in bottles. My thirsty gaze will always remember. Dead, and I pierce her body with shards of me. What is afterward left.
Your face: Years wasted blending with a poet's eye; I have only a lifetime to forget.
My painful sleep unearths buried seasons, It is only ev'ry morning that I cry; Soft laughter seeps into aching wounds.
Please kiss me, Kiss away the cuts you've torn-- The knives in your eyes bled my joy lifeless.
I still thee hold in my loneliness, And wish that I could die in your false embrace, Holding you forever in a moment of the past. My Helen of Troy, please, this war makes me tired.