Brian Hardie
Romance, Romance
Through the vine, again I say to
Open legs resting, leading lusty curves up to
My murky clouds, turbid waters. Beauty holds his
Head high, greeting families to disrupt collision
Of fantasy. Fellow companions congratulate mirrors
Reflecting pavement dreams. Therefore–
Wasps!
Buzzing malice whispering with
No mention of a set up. Out in
Those fields, on television to translate, tattoos
Are endeavors and sermons that seep. Heads
Popping up at the vibrato silently invoke. Stories
Share a sanitized innocence when
Broken with reflection. Beauty again
Corrodes and reserves a right to abandon. Travel only
Romances mania enough to keep my heavy eyes open.
So does it disturb that I am
One to plead? For one life to
Mend so another may conceive? I
Only wish for the flame to be fed.
On some days when I recall our hearts so close, beats
Stimulate dreams I only beg to never awaken from.
For the present I bare with eyes to the ground. A miracle
In the river, floating by in death, missing my line.
