“Strawberry Sugarcane”

We breed to avoid
and breathe in the gold of the void
the cold parallel lines
the lime juice of your kiss
the arcade of torment and terror
to moan the rise of graves
the rows and rows of roses
it’s time it happened now
belief overlaps belief
briefly spoiled hours
the ash blown from jewelry
for shinier thy heart
there never was an answer
truly, truly, truly
never a moment enough
in these half-closed eyelid hours
the dream did never sleep
and left diced enough alive for you
the sweet peach and poison
of knocking our knees together.