Underneath the gallantry of injustice

 

lies the just of gallantry and envy runs her fingers through
            my hair
    while the façade of desire
clings to me like sugar
       on wet fingers.

         Repentance rains down like acid
     and the sky slips into hues of scarlet and bravery is

 

    transient under the blood sky.
We stumble into eternity drunk on our own damn
   ambiguous tongues

 and eloquence mourns for us without realizing that we built our own gravestones with
too many fingers

that could never quite figure out how

to      work next to each other and I turn to you and you
have your hands around your throat and I turn
and behind me there are snakes that look like emeralds and I reach for them until you

you touch me once with a finger that I mistake for

victory and together we sink to
the bottom of the sea and sand
sinks into us like mercy into the forsaken

and time
scoffs
one more
time
before everything changes again