A Newly Budded Fire

I. I am devastated by the fire and frost of these seasons between separation and divorce. No vindictive act quite cures the phantom pain that exists only in the emptiness. II. Dim capsules pad my senses and brittle fruits amuse my tongue rx inhibitions sewn into the folds of small hours; a temporary vaccination against the moments in life that challenge my will to live. III. Wishing stars and a thick weeping moon curl up beneath animated skin like a thousand tumors anticipating the feeling of some strange Knowing III. Eyes eavesdrop, Midnight disciples bear witness to my streams of misunderstood whispers as if they might interpret my lexis of suspired scrolls; those vanishing ellipses that curl from lips in the gestation of a moment. III. This restlessness; it germinates into a blooming sub-species of fire, aches of famine and fullness always alternate a layer of sun over a layer of sin. IV. The consequences of containing fire blossom in my mouth, uncurling one petal of fire after another until some great demon-flower crawled from between my lips an anonymous hunger, that constantly folds self into self and manipulates the occult within V. I was someone with you and I will be someone without you.