Understanding

It was the youngest, brightest time.


Set with fury,
underneath a moon.



We buried our bones beneath a heap.


And,


Watching the miles so far,


We

sung into a staircase.


Sometimes,

obliterated by shame.



To touch, to see
the sweetest guidelines
of love's inside.






As spots of dew
are plucked for a King



The King is running up the stairs!