morning

[templecity]

You are the elevated corridor
I have taken, because the truth
took too much energy to be faking.
A 7 year demonstration of
serpentine times so lost in my rhyme
still stuck in the thickets
wondering what I'll find if
my mind doesn't make it.

So you followed me into the dark,
and we spoke in the warmth of
an unwinding spark. As it's yellow
threads fell I could tell you were dying,
but at least we could be here
lips abiding.