Return to me Sadness of my missing symmetry. There is grief to expel From rotting moments Under fingers sharp as glass, Piercing my neck To send forth sighs without parted lips. Your eyes round the table, Warning me Of the doom that surrounds the corners. Love leaves a stain For the nuptial gain. My parted bliss Comes back with a kiss. My grief is here to be seen, Intoxicating the moon in a howl, Drowning the sun in its bowls. My love held an open wound In a hand, For nailed to the cross, her mind continued to bleed. All she touched Was the push to an open door. An awareness Of life's shortened extremity Of so much unneeded insecurity. Bleed me wide open Like your mind in its gaps. Spray me with the salt of the sea That I may scream and plead. Let your wonder show off all edges For pledges, For deeds.