One long sentence

years months days hours wide eyed and wet in the middle

flooding the grass with grim reaped tears through a voice of an angel

down the farm wet shuddering despair full to the ear’s brim

every minor chord of gutting regret  

struck

I could never promise you a future a four am without fear

I belong to two islands a thousand miles apart with an epoch long aching to wander like a dog in search of a resting place to wheeze and fling one final critique on life’s superfluous complication across the polypropylene carpet

now you have a thump thump thump into the two thousand mortal coils and under you

his arms will unravel

my lovely sphinx forever buried in my dna fur snuffling truffling like the mysterious dancing light the tor presides over

silently right there in the murmur of an algae hue we lie

in a crackling peace waiting for the wicker flames to rise

licking each other clean

the farm falls dim damp dark exhausted from marching rites through mud and stone

the earth strong and loud I squeeze his hand

burning