beloved is an early morning sunrise
before the bustle of what will
has come to pass

truth is a shining face
with spittle on the brow -- beauty
in pain of the neglected
is the work of art -- the work
berift of dollar signs is bold

who pounds their body into figure 8's
then finds the love they find
does not feed their soul

there is a pause in this alliance
two least likely leaping
to swing between sunsets and dawns
o the roles we choose to play

one is playing now
directs the time apart and time together as we become
more than just our 'parts'