i loved a man
with eyes of glass
dark like stance
warm chamber hands
he spoke with grooves
flowed with you’s
held his own
yet followed you
beside his darkest
he dabbled
looked
crept upon
the bluest
his sky was graceful
but his mouth spoke hatred
tongue tied and suck in dazes
his ways, words
the way his wise spoke eights
strayed from sevens
as he lied in questions
the world was always
while his seemed stuck in hallways
the corridors of even
and odd from hell
he loved his name
and the flame he thought he held
left vs. right