Please think.
There must be a resolution.
As crazy as we know an
evening world,
full of wind and wild thought, to be.
Can dark of old
night not burn
within my will, to consume all
After need is over, would
you see
A heart, secret dry as glass?
Yet leave these not said,
a
single red sound
slicing cold skin and cool lace.
But go free, soft
delight, in summer morning.
For me I am always tired, here.
After all
was over
when day has run
like liquid over flame
Leaving only
you
