22: Inside you

The mirror shows raiment of sorts — therefore
so long as your youth & your ...

April
or not — praise & the opposite grow acrostic, seemly rife, stirred by beauty
for days. I grab my pen and clamber over to write down hearsay bearing your heart
(unrehearsed washes of shadows as you will)
where we’re coupling to eclipse soundtracks, fixed in air, true in love. Expiators.