Thesis

My smoke-laden reliquary Where dirt, grass, and mulberry stained flushed little toes And breeze-sailing gnats buzzed drunk and hungry Among the ashes of our growth Errant host of my own nursery Plagued by a means undeserving That slithered and struck down a boy with his bite Who stole from him light To suffer a man My deciduous prophecy To wait, silent for long Wading cycles through the dark Pulling teeth makes way For swollen tongue to invite Words into space I am To flood the landscape with Candles To keep a warm trace of Child Sick For only Love, for only Love Fogging mirror, i write She was there right beside Reflections belie their foundation Restrictions designed from the start Her heart is a silo Twisting its shape through the years Carouseled choices showcase faces Calloused, endured, held onto hope For only love For only love