you were moved by my soliloquy
but my stageless love was bright
so I fed you paleful lilies
in the gardens of my night
I tried to tongue the sequined rivers
as lonely fell from spaces
warmed you deep in chasmed orchid
soft hedged in eden places
the gypsy of you would not smell home
starved at the fruit of my alms
my apples were a sepulchre
that I covered, shamed, in palms
the woman of me shook for wanting
the circles you traced weren\'t mine
drawing swords of edgeless echoes
thorn-pricked eyes bled words of vine
begging in the reverb of glances
we twined around each other
I grew into scarlet chimera
you grew into another