he stands silent
irredeemable in
the face of oblivion
a storm of pollen
drapes the land
as words fall unheard
from stuttering lips
he finds himself
lost in a sea of
wildflowers swaying
beneath the disinterest
of the sleepy sun

his heartbeat shudders
cracking the ground
a trail of longing quakes
leaving the best parts
of his fractured disaster
scattered amongst the
myriad of soft pink petals

Je t’aime d’une manière que je n’aurais jamais pu espérer expliquer, ta perfection brûle les brumes qui stagnent dans mon esprit, ton existence donne un sens à la mienne