re·​in·​car·​na·​tion

like blood like cells

the red the black,

and the white.

We love Life,

for how it lies

always, just

...out of grasp,

though we sit

and we sleep,

together as if

side by side,

Life & I.

...Our sighs,

Til Death

do us,

n'est-ce pas?

my soul,

it grips at

the heart

it knows

better

knows

the bitters

like counted

petals. . .

the ground

pulls back,

my love errs,

on the left side

of the night,

calls me a Lier

and pushes up,

another blossom,

Red and White.