My Friend Is Pregnant Congrats

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