missives for the danger girl


something i can never tell you
	implores to be spoken
beckoning the conscience
to unravel
in dark secrets and
hymns
what may be of that glint
in my eye
which has aimed
for the moon
my reverie

for in a moment’s notice
i hurled my airs
such a distance
to breathe the very breath
your words once did
sail on, that of twin
pulsar lights,
star-crossed in their duality,
dancing about
the night sky
where the cupids,
heavenbound in flight,
used to frolic
weaving thru the clouds where i was born
	the strands of a sorcerer’s mischief
	the reality they held to be thine

and only now must i confess the
shame of my misgivings
angelic in reason
and yet,
	to my chagrin,
when i aimed the cherubs’
mighty bows
high into the heavens
	by his eternal constellation,

the archer
bore me no arrows

(for Courtney)




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