I throw shadows,
Comforting darkness
To smother the blaze,
The heated nature of love.

I am a funeral apart
From a wedding.
The castration of my youth
Has left me unending
In tears to falter well-being
By my burning cheeks.

She shadows my leaves,
By clouds that depart rain.
She holds her hands upon her throat
To seize the world, to sink the rope
Down to the bottomless well.
She pulls up my lost world.

Where love is a fountain,
A stain, far too many
To name as a price, for blindness.

I love,
Without curing
My Hell,
My world in this well.

She trickles her tears across the fabric
Of time,
To make us less of it,
And more for eternity’s sake.

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