MELANCHOLY

before I ever Loved anyone… I loathed Myself.
and Yet, we are Not Familiar. 

your schemes have the same scaffolding
as my Chapels that Sting.
floating in a bloated grove-
of my absence…

As your Virtues have Flesh
and My Zeitgeist pole vaults 
over IT.

We tame Our Dragons with-
Catcher’s Mitts.