I had seen in part and that year
after the snow had fallen,
the dead of night,
the draught like golden
I awoke and
knew in full,
the fragrance riding in with force
against all aureate
My resignation came much later,
stretching in shades,
I offered you a drink.
You indulged and
returned to self.
In falsetto trill, you willed me gone,
climbed walls like vine, reveling in the
sugared relish of hovering demise.
me no choice.
Stories, incomprehensible, tainted vows,
fell into a summer bliss. I felt
the revelation first, viewed
the molting of your words,
the nothing left, slithering
between the bloom.
Write at the Merge