the shame of a pullback
is in seeing your loves
flatlanded onto images
the shame of a lift
is in wondering
“what law have i violated for swallowing this?”
whose and what for?
for if we are driven to it
then what law have i come for?
love is not fickle.
i, who am quite, found rest
“oh, happy chance!”
accepting fully & trusting completely
grows harder the more
you kiss goodbye
too anxious to receive
too angry to believe
in the dignity inside
having seen your father’s pass you by
what god would have me believe
in linearity
when love always meant this
you are sacred context
you are bastion
after all your every miss
this whole cocoon
thanks you for
in learning love
its next final form