Solemnity

Give me a lone word. 
I will write a poem. 

You enter the final hour 
of diagnosis. The kill 
was imminent. 

Back to back two trysts collide 
generating a fire. 

Who was peeling the moon? 

The stab sets in. In 
abeyance of the gift. I 
will give you a scar. 

Daisies will remain awake 
at night, for the vigil 
of a slain pilgrim.