amor vincit (ins)omnia

how easy it is to numb the edges
to blur the pain pre(requisite for those
who would be thought genius)ceding
clarity.

and sometimes when I think your name
I want to bite my tongue and taste blood:
not suicidal, no (I can still see his smile,
beautiful brown boy, no no no no) but
longing to live, to taste life, to live.

so when the clean lines of life have smeared
and glare in the shifting bright digits with which
we circum(vent)scribe life, and the only sound
is the threnody shared by this dying town
and my resident ghost, I will think your name and
swallow back those words and find myself able to
breathe.