Frequently affliction shapes you lips a line unbroken do not give your hands
their freedom he glides over you to sleep on his side of the earth and
your tears are afraid to terrorize his fists.
How will your shoulders bear the love and war resounding
an exactness of pale regrets but of course
he is there with you.
Your thirst is deep not real you double your doubts in the ruffles
of your life jaded as the three buttons on an unshapely blouse
worn by such an unlovely woman
Fists lips freedom suffocate you beneath the heaviness of your breasts