A QUICKENING AS SLOW AS JOY ALL OF A SUDDEN

I’m humming too quickly for the birds to understand the melodious
and my dank petrol is now a garden fire
with too many roses for a grim 
and all the angelic spoils
of Loving You
completely.

I am stunned.

Stunned where the sun seldom shines 
on a prodigal son.
I self sustain in the swoon
as your embrace defaces
my self-loathing.
and all quadrants of Peace
are mine to gather up
into a spoil

and I am happy to remove
the dark
the span of all my
Dreams.

for the span of all
all my
Heart.

indeed.