Rolling Through Intersections

Eyes Have Her, But The Heart Soon Won’t

the heart can’t take much more

we watched his proposal in our courtyard, proud
how many wonderful years blissfully lay ahead —

as we two ruminate alone together, outlasting each day.

yet hoping, my fairest one would reawaken to a kiss
that tender lips might meet, renew our love’s bliss —

cherished as promised lives blessed to love even better.

but, how many days more for me — to kiss her,
my true love? I gaze upon her — before each sun down.


6.16.25
adapted from a longer poem last month.

T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚            

4.1 centimeters