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