Lost Love Letters to my dear Vulpine Storm-Wind-Phoenix Flower
#29-24

When I hear you sing
I have to know how it paints
All the shadows of those fucking fathomless
Oceans of True-Love’s Fire-light—
Bedroom eyes
When I read your words
I wonder what sun & skin & century you—
Rode in your last life
One of the ones
Before this one…
Before youd been bestowed the bitch-sided gift
Of having to find yourself alive night after night
Naked bleeding hollow-throated cause your
Home has been broke…
Cause that’s what
Such rare unbearable greater than Grace
Type of Love does…
It builds a brilliant home of human blood & bone…
Of heart-light soul-fire quantam ether—
Both floors living & breathin from—
Either side of the Veil for...