easter

his love
is like cursing
jesus fucking christ
on easter sunday.

you think you still love
the Confusion
everything about him:
unknown.
touched maybe once
or twice

spoken words,
barely

and shared love
many times


the Unknown you've seen
spoken with
touched
often and
many times now.
sounds obscene, but it's
not.
it's ridiculous to speak of love
but every time you meet his eyes
you can't help it.


the Imbalanced
you have nothing with
maybe that one day
but now, you could grab out
to the dust filled winds
enclose your hand
and come out with nothing.

you could take a chance
but you know
it would end
in ashes.