Love Letter 261 In the Labyrinth of the Witch Doctor

This life is full of confessions

and remissions

but I wonder

if I live a thousand years

that all might play out

taking turns

with each other

that some are dreams

come to fruition

and some are

bedrock

broken

and my dear

this love of ours

in founded

on all that's

broken

and rebuilt

all that silence and discussion

all that larceny and concession

my love

this brutal force

of absolution

and dunking in

to all that's demanded of the labyrinth soul

all that human has to mold and squash

is but a brevity of cups passing under your lips

filled with liquid

filament

of the one truth

and so

exasperated

as the tongue

can get

in the portal

of each confession

and withdrawal

all our sins

are really

all the playing cards of god

and if I beat you

it is only

for an instant

before

you become

the winner

I Love You

Your Beloved