Joys are we,
in enemies
we please us
for all to see.
I could use
words said
between us
held in bed.
The sheets
tear not we
a ceremony
are pleased.
Let whisper
find you my
eye is yours
in you pry.
I’ll be brave
soar is more
life it ignores
what adores.
But tear me
at the waste
I seek peace,
an embrace.
