Smoky Devotion


This knot cradled us with good intention
Protected us from rainbows
Confused by silver sphere in moody portions
It dissolves, black-hearted
Leaves oil, knowingly perfumed
Golden pink
Meshed with scarlet spills
Winowing 


Widowing
Drawing the petalled net
Void entered
So we sit

With disappointed, endless sky
To be touched by one star is enough
To be really born
To be crushed is a hug of
Sweet welcome