sketch: up from the cracks purple, lips, light a seed

everything abstract

the numbers concrete and growing

up from cracks in purple, lips, light a seed

a horizontal bloom immediately, then

nothing abstract, even abstraction

she's lying out on the couch, no there's a better word

now she's laying out of context across the bed, sheet

wrapped around her legs, light a seed

a horizontal bloom, then immediately

everything abstracts, my glasses tossed pejoratively

to the floor, i hear fan blades, the dismissal of my body, i see

the sweat soaked into, the judgment immediate

the internal rhyme, light a seed

horizontal bloom, then immediately

soft edges abstract, her beauty smooth in the sweet strawberry

of summer, i am not merciful because i have tasted mercy

i am merciful because i have tasted my own mortality, weakness

the blossoming, bluish blame of she sees the body and moans

the internal i, wrapped around her legs

i am merciful, abstract, floating on the palm of a forgiving breeze

i am merciful, wrapped around her legs

i am merciful.