earlier than love, that faithful lilt
east of roses
in perturbed darkness
missing the everlasting circumstance
craving still, again
for that exploratory tilt
vainly would i fly into your coronary heart

afire, burning
ate up, expended
love isn’t always an ending
nor does it quit
easily: turns into pith
will become seed and begins
wanting, kneading
mid-desperation

the lengthy climb out of loneliness
turning
in desire, in anguish
in silly expectation
no two are joined besides in painful mastering
every worried lesion closed for restoration