Looking back To my other end Of the lake, that shares Twisted, Broken branches. Her eyes leave marks, Her form Casts the storm. She bleeds all over me Grief, and pity. Her life Forged, through strife. Curves that taint the Earth, Growing weeds, Brambles, Among thickets, Thorns, Never the sweetness I'd expect. Her touch burns the forests. Her form, The waking to the world's end, Our world's end, To our familiar selves. As we sink Under the dry sand, After the lake has been dried, No longer her sobs Call the weather to crash Sunrise into sunset. For I left a kiss Upon the wet flesh, Gifted a blessing, my eyes For musing. Her fingers curled against her bed, As her eyes leaked only patterns, To the lake that ran dry, To the warmest welcome of Heaven, She sees What she dies for.