...to lose all that is good and beautiful and fun and full of fire
but for a moment's contemplated indiscretion...
it is such a price to pay...
what can be done to hurry the grieving
have no time to feel the feelings
have to get on with it...
tie up loose ends...
why was this one necessary
taking joy, burning the edges brown
spending words in expensive haste
once on fire with unholy desire, twice charred
without defense, scarlet, unchaste
talk to me in synthetic echoes
until time will let this be
and perhaps then i can spin disarray into melody...
a song of reconciliation for you and me.