(no subject)

[____syzygy]

Probably felt that same preemption
Though this time our weapons switched
Not even letting me kiss her
Where I ask to, don’t usually.
Changing what the next apart
Means and she says the words
That indicate awareness.
But the chemical bridge from so
Long ago in red light glass
To this heinous bird-filled time.
And I want this business done.
Awful the more she makes to leave.
Slightly sick in this bowed time
And what I do for closeness
To her lips, I’ve seen her move
Before, and tell her.
Sharply now, disabused of this behavior.
She wants it
Curled so tightly into this holed,
burrowed soreness,
unsheeted together,
balled in all that may not be admitted or
let hang long on glass that meets the next