Garden

I wore my vail with a soft longing and a reverent mis-understanding

behind it my eyes grew as the roses in our garden where summer was permanence, or adamant so.

Just four days ago I walked it’s edges weeping

I mourned a body I had not found

While the sun held me in the grace of love memory

Through salt, I saw blood maroon silk which fell in upon herself and hung by the gate where entrance I oftened

Which now l write as a confirmation of celestial fallen

But still, marry to an angel my heart, give me over to a god

I hope to this you will listen:

In midnight confessions of eternity leaving love soaked lips, yours was the first I truly wanted

-Thank you for your support it means the world-