Love Was

Once I read a flower bloom
Pacing small and lightning rooms
grounded—
Space over swelling petals burn
the animated emptiness
I extend myself into the words and
like a moth fly from the light
is
empty darkness.

Love was a knee
let backward in braces.

For once I read a flower budding
for long brontide realized burning
pain—
hallow in the sound of eminent din
the animated emptiness.
I recoiled of cringing-knowing
so fallen, I flew serpent-like
into fire
and burned.