Complete
families
went and came
with evening's readiness
dividing them,
and nights spill stuffed
to the throat with purple,
though sanguine along the vein
we bound them
stripped to a gesture
so maiden
Rise up hills that you
and me
succeed
adorning motions
zealous as a layby
for one maintains
across nightly scuffles
with its kind,
Fixed where
none appear
to fare without
resolutions
separately
to take off along beams
languishing by way
of a refusal
and rigid
mount assurances
On to carry like rolling
stock for who prepared
to risk it all
Coasting over
the leaden relief of skies
that closed
above mouths of you and me
in bleached fabric suspended
as long as I suppose.