The Precipice of Fog

I am sorry I loved like I was lingering in a doorway

I did not know which way to turn

At the confluence where the wood grains meet, where the beam would bend if they wave could break

That volume of a wave manipulated

Many times I will have to let go of this buried house of fire, one thousand kisses deep

When sadness steps out of us

Leaving a space so large God could step in

These things that keep my company have eaten stones

Am I a familiar feeling and how long have we remained in this cloud

A berth for alchemy

Gold will be forged from your discards

This love hurts when you touch it