Madam, I am finally here
Hiding in the night spurs of your kitchen
And I am not galloning zeros
On some provincial bed
Or sipping in maimed air
On Thursdays mortal bones
With the moon at Champs Elysee’s
Were I left my trousers
In a great situation
On a Paris bench
We are not sure were the cruelty starts
I look upon you
Weighed you in my private account
My Lord, Chief Justice
There’s no witness at your defence
were stars hide their death
I swallow your sentence
on my ancestral scales
Handed down without examination
Of their intended purpose
From an ignorant antiquity
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Joy,
the expanding heart
drums in the chest
and forces a smile
that hides the sunshine
in plain view, my longings
extinguished by a single vow
on this day of our union
and in the whiteness of your veil
a canvass, on which
we etch a new dream
I know I have fallen And deep For you I know And I loath To admit How I am scared So I search For the rock To hide the embarrassment Of a heart That only comes alive With you