Slip ups with you
    frenzy and
    pupils twice their size
i can pull up
at the sight of you
and what makes you funny,
    and catatonic:
i lovingly remove your glasses
hilly recesses\bully brows
slips of breathing above a tilled earth,
like a slow moving sunrise
upon a stopped hearse;

i can never forgive too.
for what has moved in me.