For All The Puddles In A Puff Of Smoke

i cannot see

so far as you, with your eyes closed

but I can see deeper.

for all the puddles in a puff of smoke

i can divine a wisp

of change.

we keep our keepsakes unkempt.

but the joy of having nothing to declare

wanes against the majesty

of having something to love...

and woe

to the one

that has two hearts at war within them.

for they are the King's Fool

forever

that suicides

for a falsehood

of an empty

deck

of a real

despair.

lives

to be dead

mostly

'cause all is

fair.

II

we began in a park of ducks and overgreen water.

clutching the other with our sweaty palms

and clunky charms.

masters of shy novas...

we were swept away into the furnace of our

distant proximities.

burning next to the other, like burning things

burning things

for all reasons.

we were lovely at that.

III

i would trade a lifetime of a day

to have a night with you again.

to parade the yonder reaches

of our infantile

to comb the distant hemispheres

of our reckless.

i would die to

be breathless again

in the hollow we have perched

so many moons in,

I would have your small hands

forgive me

for all my

Poetry.