squat pain
know your lips altruistic
Goldsmiths tireless
kisses apocalyptic
ride pleasant and committed
the promised land
in my body that can turn
your eyes is infinite
emerged in perspective,
Delusional beam
molding sugary heaven
where wings in flight unfold
only imagine
know your hands craft
rain makers, alchemists
that profane sunrises,
ethereal and silent
burning in the night vigil
executed by day
but I also know,
of this pain in my chest squat
two-edged sword
indifference and condemnation of the world
to exile our hope,
the last hope, perhaps,
to stay together
until the end of way
