a way with no

you had a way with no
more ways to say and how
no sat as pretty on a plate as a gumdrop

and then i could watch you smile as i had at it
then yes you say in threes, across ether too.

denial was your suiting, in grey upon grey
dandy suits.
i can feel often now, the excitement of days, the empty way with her you miss me.
and with him, i you.  and with her, he me.

soso.

my love my denial, because you would not glean to touch me, so too then i meant into a dried flower, crisp to the touch and ungood.

your hunger sat sick into chemical prose.
i could never leave you for good.

the way of your love near destroys me, as i search for some meaning in him.
i taste his breath and his freedom, you were not laughing for him.
the while i was waiting to tell you, that admire you might ,what i've done.

the love in your face is uncertain, except when you
are twisting with pain.
i see you before the garden.
and taste your ear in my lips.
i hope she'll have all of your children, and then let me visit their cribs.

and if i could settle in sorrow, and live deep into one of his songs, you might find a new melancholy,
grew thick with the days and the way you told me no.

and see me there robed in the gold sorrow of his song, and the beauty of your face would know no name in time

but i would sit in his dawn, where sorrow makes true love die

and then you could not reach me or would
i was ever yours and not his to have
but then at least, the sorrow of so many petrol nightmares
might take comfort in a love so keen as thee
but darker