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.
