Slight as it is, it is that breathable moment.
A blemish that is to be…
my lover’s crisis…
And, only my reverence by circumstance.
Anything I had to offer?
All makeshift and half understood.
A pocket of indulged loose change.
Yet, I hold no true understanding
I could never enter the game.
My lover’s deep compassionate brown eyes uncovering…nonnegotiable enemies.
Sporadic voices with meaningful names, ted, tuesday…holiday x.
Agile as a bad memory…running into view.
In a breathable moment
A lover’s reality can prolong your fool.