Tasted true love discretely, professed
as headlong prose,
doing all we could & what we liked.

The rain fell early—

Post-pink; we’ve gone through this;
on a mound of fog,
raising my hat to the diamond,

I wanted more.

Dawn sewed through chainlink,
aloft like heaven’s gate,

Hope kicks hard; there is ease
here knowing—

I cannot find your name.