WE HURT THE PEOPLE WE LOVE

truly to beautifully
our minds tenderly
comprehend green gardens
awakened //asleep–ing\\
in bitter denial like
this hand who holds
a torn beating heart
along the treacherous
vapor lights of main street
i awoke again in a fit
outside my self touched
your lips and if we touch
all the ones we love
like this most early
single tear/tongue
tugs //when i touch your
lips and what we do to
the people we love makes
(through pale miles a spectacle
perishing air) we love
and hurt the people we love
(when i am outside myself)

:: 09172015 ::