A Setting

The most opulent jewelry is the barely imagined
Peephole to the void, an unknown silver
I like you this way… you don’t care and rightly so
Neither of us is what we were five moments ago
                                 
It is useless
to try

to

recall your floral

with clumsy mushroom tentacles
To

be born in a bridge town

supposes
a certain energy
of heels too tender

 

Walk in this endless, over palace of gems
Our softest

eyes

in the

needles