Out of the craven sky,
the flow of molten bittersweet
-- no purity in these
that catch your lashtips
as you wrap your arms
around the blanket fog
and breathe in dew
from distant mountaintops --
You gaze beyond my eyes
and past my soul
to pierce the wound that bleeds
with molten bittersweet,
And from these drops
a rhythm beats
till nothing more,
Only you
Only you









