Forgiveness of the fall comes glacially,
take me into the palm of its paean.
Sorry that I made ours a capricious summer,
for I did not once fear the inner linings
of your damning pure hand,
but tremble to the sounds they made me feel.
Sorry I bleed beautifully;
You fell my fall.
But, let everything be
thinned and swallowed by the new time.
Tie your mast to the milky violet moon crest;
never let eternal wander trouble your chest.
In the orchid sky,
I would wait even in death.