plaited upon the souvenir stitch seams
left to bleed to write the story
held by the flowers
when the ticking glass shuttered.
forgotten
of the gluing power of space
we pledged never
in ever we will be
plucking seconds feathers
hoping to further our denial.
falling
at sight instance
singing yes before logic protest
we found ourselves intertwined
drawn away off our void
into the vortex of unknown
cupid voted in..
