Those blissful deaths of infatuation,

Crumbled in moments of lone affection,

scaffolding ripped walls down to flooded basement,

years building mine haven...

lost about searing flames & wild emblazon;

look around world shaken,

yet –

your detaching won't gain cessation,

heart still beats the night with fierce lunation,

a truth spirals before eyes graven,

I am...

my own,

salvation.

3/12/18

T. A. Hinson