LOVES TRAITOR -- GHOST OF FATE

 hold my hands of sand
 careful not to bleed on the edges wet with forgotten plans
distant stones skip across faces balanced 
im drunk below a surface just found
lovers counting days in grave resolution
interviewed priests resign on knees and broken beads
winters howl becomes flesh to follow
Magazines tortured in racks 

Lovers discovered behind altered images  
red wine spills in violence gentle in blessed attitude
across yellow bent corn stalks
she knows all his answers
 for she was so many questions year after  year

flights of doves circle the throat kissed in expulsion
naked flounders an empty church
its melted age drifts against wooden oars 
and sponsored stone

Forgiveness slits the wrists that truth declared
moist the red glass shores
spiraling souls dance to white horses 
spectres fancy frames of misty injury
cradled children imprisoned above the mothers reach 
eternity unmarked as memories assassins gather

Forgiveness  stitches portraits fame
 rushing veil hides threads spilling song

i the spirit
i this ghost

wreaths required place
at the head of this dance,