diamonds and rubies
fighting

splash of moonshine
on blood
cold mines
sweet spine

flowing the sweat
like paisley plowing
lightning mud

under the bushes
meadows of bats
black and beneath

Was the kiss so precious
or
the amber whimpers

Were the dogs
cute
or to
disgust the open wounds.

Did we scream that day?
Why did the blood boil so much?
Where did the curdle go?
Were you strangling my nerves then?
Is it wrong to smear the red with white?
Do you remember the moans?
When did the world end, Skeeter?

If life's in motion
It'd be swinging
With my shifting devotion

I'd love to be on
A merry-go-round
Coming back full circle

The merry go-round and swings
All bring gentle minds to the same song

time is sacred
love is rare
he is one of a kind

Every predawn morning,
under starry skies,
I pass between two trees
linked by an inevitable spiderweb.

It occurs to me,
on my way to work,
I have just undone
the spider's entire workday.

Like me, the spider
stays to its pattern.
He never strays.
And never learns.

Just like the spider,
my web will be there tomorrow...
For someone to unwittingly destroy.