my universe collapses in the sigh
of your unspent dimensions, while
i, a tasty parcel, wait unsent
for war's grim drumming to subside
and honor me with wooden crosses. you
toss aside the handle to your heart
and i begin to dope that, perhaps, i
will not see in gleaming skin's array
an arrow that points straight to love
or exits brighter still.
the nectars throb to fill the gilded cups,
but yours are eyes and poise that squeal my last,
my now-know that a seamless heart spins purpendicular
to art , yet pumps to pump and trumps the cardless
when bets are off, when Einstein grants 
your visitation rights to heathens and they scoff,
bled roses 'tween their teeth like toothpicks.

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