Desultory

This may change...though I should doubt it. Oh, and Happy New Year to all in appreciation for always such my inspiration

There commands no sword unspoken

a land less traveled as before demands us

though we may bear such scars from God 

your robe upon the floor 

abandons

Make not the arrow as

our reverence demands,

when chalice fills us nightly 

questions come to tongue become quite certain

as we sow ourselves through time 

Should I

not seeing your eyes beneath me

understand the cause

or should these hands as vessels do

meet their curiosity as well

Let us wake from Rome together

both apple as lash stares upon our sill

and yet we are still as paint, wet and inclined

defined as no tomorrow 

and how it gathers us in mind by question

inch by length through mile 

to fondle marked as twain 

in depth of mystery