hollow you out

I approach

With my weakness in red,

Trying not to turn you.

You kismet, standing,

You delicacy.

Could you ever know

What I make of your words?

Do you see the canvas

Stretched to your indifference,

The ideals, the paint,

Clotted with my faith?

What you give

To this thirsty lake

Will become the sediment

Eternally making or breaking

My sacrosanct spaces.

I hollow you out in handfuls

And the product rots

From you to muse to shame.

I wallow in the death of reality

And my under eyes take on

The brunt of the night

For my lids to be soothed by dawn

As I carry this on, carry this heavy.

God forbid we never met,

We ever met.

I stare at seeds

Warming in your palms

Learning love by death grip

And you stare

Vacantly at the soil.

- M. Rose