because your
liquid gold eyes sear
innocence as its sullen frame cries
like a love-song played
backwards.
because the
burgundy stained gravel burns
the shattered you that
stutters at the sound of his name.
because his
tantalizing breath of half off pinot chases
lust and smothers
your core.
because love
taunts and plays,
its maddening ways,
clawing the silicon casing as
a broken cry wanders.
because your
raw voice recites the time, inflames
the scars, slashes the cloudy dandelions as
they drift along the
whispers of the tallgrass.

because i am and
you are and
we’ll be.