Our chest lacks fruit, Lacks the wisdom so red, in its sweetness, Lacks the beauty of an ocean, Lacks its depth. We have lost a heart, Along the trail to the never-ending mile. As I lift a curl from atop your eye Drifting from an unseen place, atop your head, I witness a kingdom I did not construct, deep in the nebula Of your forsaken mind. As I kiss your hand, before your lips, I swallow a finger down my throat To regurgitate, the faces, from else I've seen Of the world, loosening their dying streams Away from eyes so blind. I am bleeding the desires Out to a hidden slope, a lost mountain. May I come to find What has been lost behind, in history's frozen masses? What blinds the fire so much as ice, As the ice is awakened by the touch of the blaze? You are beautiful, dear truth, Dear Sophia, Of a thousand lifted veils, Of teardrops that do not wilt The world, by the sword, upon the hilt. I leave love to count the stars You've granted, in those subtle wars Your face has grown Weary in the death, of beginnings sown. Why won't lies ever Hide your sweet face?