How I Feel Is What You See

The iron in the blade, 

Honed oblivion, 

Tracking.…

Its sights on my wrist, 

Those channels of life

Which a rich mixture

Carry

To my heart and 

Back again. 

Oh, to pull the shunt, 

Seek the silence of 

Of my night, the 

Setting of the sun 

Of love and pain, 

Awaiting the 

Foredoomed delight of 

My final kiss,

Heaven’s key and

O, so very light...