long Ago

that one little girl i always wanted,
was left deep beneath soul-less lovers
when all i wanted to be was to truly know

i left and why did she go with me?
was there any reason for her not to go?
there was no reason to stay here.

emerged in her endless poetry,
no longer did i have to give the world a try,
for we both knew-
if completely immersed in each other-
we
would
truly
melt.

but why did i?
go with my knowing?
that the world is only one way?
listen to harsh cruelties,
an evermore
is no an in no more.


evolve


to a place no one ever lives
what even in these words i have no sacanity.
death doth consumes her
the one who knows body is art
yet there was no passion
only my little girl fingers dieing to trace at her within my arms
i could not know
an only forever power
that never truly rules
when the only true tattoo one could pretend to have was
love
and yet
what it is meant
of that etched into skin?
nothing much long lasting,
not even of the trees
skin the great demise
and suffrage of all ages.