
she delves and i am bitten
by the frost clinging to the eaves
of all these men who told me
her place was held fast.
she dives down and down
and i am watching the
gravity of life suck
her into a purple void.
i am a weak stitch,
unbroidered at once
by the fallacies of
the politicians of faith;
so much so that blood
comes from the eyes...