I love you back with impunity, echoed through alternative languages.
Flutter-bees of temporary insanity,
cousin of generalities.
My soul in clementine,
looking for the gravity
dark matter imposes.
A place of conversations,
so spirit-drunk it feels ecclesiastical.
Up the street, a blue jay and a robin in a tree
quiet me with their full-throat, tightrope-walking,
I walk like a beautiful petrified shell of a woman.
Inside the fabric of my feelings
I am reeling. Disarranged, I long to fix myself
in million-year starlight beyond soil, latitude, season.
What I started with you opposes what I just shattered with another.
Marigolds I planted grow underground in silence.
as your arms hold me tighter.