Engendered War

take my kiss, soft and sly

an ecstasy of fumbling, our ideals came easy
into her body, hood of bone
with such high zest, bending in beautiful curves
Into its envelope, seam of a cloud
how beautiful it was…

boughs more silent: the mind wanders

still rigid with ordeals. Yet proud and unafraid
when she walks away --stirs a quiet pain
a matter of minutes, on my knees
stuck in my jaw like a fat black heart

deliberately ambiguous

death’s gray land

bright blue pool
deep bronze glories

there is room for everyone?