i am under the impression that i am disallowed
from making any further vows
for the words meant for comforting explanation
are miscontrued for selfish declaration.
of all the saddest woes is this:
the desecration of that fucking kiss.
the death-marked gardenia's coiled curve
as it wilts to rot in the ending earth
and all the burning that forsakes the fire
all the yearning trespassing the lover's lyre -
it's all too true and all too sad
visions lie awake to drive one mad
it cries in pain for massive rift
that fell between two lover's lips.