is it my purpose to stroke that little cat that lives in your heart so it will purr and you will remember the love God has given you for me from time to time? is it my mission to give you reason anew or simply to recall to mind those glorious words of the past? is it fitting that i should wallow in tidal pools of self while you spend your essence on children i neither care for nor attend to?

shall i speak of the past or the future, shall i show you works or remember myself to you, shall i love you in deed or mouth against your ear instead my desire...

the nighttime walk in autumn's light
cathedral's leaping fliers
your wrist my breath our lives entwined
speak now of our desires
for i will promise until your gasp
and then we'll walk away
the night will weigh so heavily
your brow will knit to stay
we tried i cry but you won't go
my car will fold and bend
your tears will sing farewell i think
no angel God did send