You fell from grace
To find me here
A stagnant purgatory
Where passion
Has curled upon
Some distant lap
Inattentive, warmer
Than the hardwood
Whose grains imprint
Still graces my skin,
The hours tolled
In each quiet line
Nomad tattoos
Claiming place,
Wandering across
Scarred alabaster.

Tell me, darling
Oh sweet, fearless
Warrior of mine
Would you,
Could
You love me, still
If I never
Wrote another word?
If those love letters
You've been left
Wading knee deep through
Were the bravest
Memoirs of our
Harried song that
My bird-boned heart
Could muster
Before it settled
In its platinum cage.