Poem for my best
My Love "
Dark as honey
Not marketable '
Sweetly scarifies the throat
Of love the syncopation
Of counterpoint
The upbeat beat of a generation
Deliquescing
A mode of being
And I too fond relinquish
My grasp
While gasping my last
And shod shoo away
The clinging vine of a template
Tawdry awry
That seeks to expose
