Perfect Closures

Apogee.

The distant before is the distance again from head in the morning to hearts by fireside evening. 

Apogee.

The distant signals that came in waves trickle along in creeks, and pines among the whispers of another mans life.

Apogee.

You came in the fall we wore our masks, and we all fell down 6ft under the man was sound. 

Apogee.

Hogging existence, the existential, the glory you give is nothing more than a blood ritual.

Apogee.

Your face like summer against the pallet of amber glow where another man kissed you to and fro. 

Apogee.

True colors ruptured like my arterial spray pained in fifty shades of red on the kitchen floor, dead and dying you wanted more. 

Apogee.

Resurrection, and I stepped into the light the worlds between us you missed your flight.

Apogee.

Saving grace among the stars, the fire fly parties are mine not ours.

Apogee.

Distant Signals, congruence end, puzzles ruined and never mends.

Apogee.

Love ignited she knows my name, the arms that hold me, through the pain.

Apogee. 

Alone in the yellow dress, Awkward and silent, this is where the circle ends.

Apogee