expulsions, it is we;
whimsical? wonders.
blue or green gem-eyed
ghosts, haunt frames haunt
hearts, hear here we three
vex, visit, nest.
so sweet, my sweet one little
pulse, a point brought through
space, this is spun for you--
for you, soft sigh, for you
this: transit via tears,
pitiful displays of whenhow?
willnow? now before our
eyelids, i, you
have kissed my face, you,
i have dried your eyes, i, you
flicker before night has been
brushed from morning's
dew.