Dust...

principles fragmented.

whirring in vertigo motion

lust seen, felt

everywhere; inhaling

the fragrance of feathery dust

weightless in his heart,

love unreal,

unsettling...

.

the heavier fragments

are long dead buried

with his love inhumed

.

her footsteps are heavy

on further reckoning,

ripped up the transparent

sleets in dismay.

an unweaned doe longs

to commune with spirits
desperate for a love to resurrect...