Unphrasing

in love with vermilion
floating on optics

you learn in moments of insult
or insults in moment of learning

fishless bones
still he smels of withering pain
on black satin

you don’t want to suffer
with asterisks
annotation
disfigurs the essence

i will boil the moon
to find the separateness
between scent and grief

i am done
the poem is over
death has walked away