Lift up the nidus and watch
As the murk and the sod
Of a hungering love sinks
With warm wet feet standing
Without consensual witness
A coherent interiority
Drawing floral like patterns
Underneath the skin as
Tattoos might appear
On our insides the stories
That we tell ourselves
Novels in umbras
Shadows of illusory nights
Fabricated love and
Appreciated empathy
I imagined in the shape
Of a friendship I was
Holding up like a tower
Reduced to bricks that
Felt capable somehow
Of building something
Still in the fibers of
Protection and forlorn
Security cleaning house
Like a favorite food
Or crucible magic
Forgotten streams of
Resonating hope and
Mitigated energetic boundaries
Once calms the calm
Beauty rests in a tale
That reads more powerfully
On the other side
Once it’s lived
© GÄ
Poétique 