A Beginning

still I love you and although I love I hate
and you are oblivious, worse than hate is forgetting
when you let go and lower your hand from contact
vein of communication is bleeding on empty rocks
with words that were left between lips

and even on the verge of these stanzas one kneels to gather
tears in palms so through means of some alchemy
could they be mixed with the spirit into that final ink
the one with which I could write my name on souls with my breath

and that it would stain me for all eternity a part of you
as plague to the dark reaches of all universe
love sized pestilence to all hope
so that you would never forget us blades of hay