we must do
all things fate-foes: so called lovers
have written in letters
that they’re desperate to attempt
they’ll never get the chance
heaving one more “our next life”
on their shoulders
we must, love
though we’re tampered horror shows
snow globe caught ghosts
hauling glow sticks
to enlighten every frostbit body part
pillow case faced
mittenless
eyebrow draped
white caterpillar patterns
straggling hair strands
knotted at un-brushed intervals
as if time lines marking
champagne charades
catastrophic innocence
where heaven is limitless
or in complete lack of maps
chest pumping still frames
we must savor temptation
take liberties with stop signs
beg forgiveness without sincerity
leave secret notes
for scarecrows
“we know what you’ve been up to
and we like it”
not that i meant to flower you with love
but that i got carried away somehow
i apologize for your allergies
and those thorns
though our cacophony could core
the seedlings in their soil
i stole a matchbook with no real intent
every now and then
i flick the fire on
to scorch the land
i gave the end result your name
blackened fields
every future tense
left your fingerprints
