he waits below
torpedos loaded
& if it sweetly
goes to plan we can
sink with abandon

it's all just
perspective

you're there
i am here
subsequently

apologetically

love lies

after all parallel
to that which
perpetually
needs

take me
away from
this house
let it be
we that go
by 'til all
ours of night

but really all she is
is fall night burns
inside everyone leaves
it carries her turned
colors haunting heavy
down in the garden

but they always want
to talk & i so fond
of being anonymous

this small game where
i find so much more to
tell when no one speaks