I love I love I love I love I love
I love only sometimes
When the blue moon peeks over the edge of the world in the depths of my heart where nobody goes
When the earth is a-thrum with the thrum of the split in the seam of the world from which fly the cicadas
When the cosmos align in the roll of the dice and the stain of the wine on the table of time
But when I love
I love I love I love I love I love
I love to the x and the y and the z and the sun of the grid that the fates use to clip short the threads
I love to the depths of the sea in the dark of the night on the cusp of the flood that gives birth to the gods

And then I stop.
And I turn.
And I stare.

At the whited-out waste at the edge of the world in the depths of my heart where somebody went

And I lock up the key.
And I go and I hide.
And I vow it won’t happen again.
And I don’t love.
love love love love love

And I try to forget that somebody went where the blue moon could see at the edge of the world in the depths of my heart where nobody goes