Suspencious

the small rays
crespulant
spilling, the motes like frosts tears

You and I were the
fence
where we grew our secrets
the teeth bared
the hearts sewn
with sinew
and string

now our road is quiet
filling in
with limbs
and weeds

belonging to before
the before
leaving the after
to its taste
our bitter and sweetness
bound
beneath
the bold
blue