Anthony Hanible

The Investigation Of Your Love

Case file

Cold crime

Thin page

Black time

Dust lifts

Your trace

Soft breath

Hard space

Clue cuts

Your mark

Bright ache

Deep dark

Motive

Your pull

Heart twist

Skull full

Evidence

Your ghost

Close heat

Far most

Final line  

Your love  

Is the code  

I decode  

But never close

A locked rose

A night oath

A truth that grows