For Abby

Last time I thought we would discuss it 
The blankness over fullness and light
The sins that drove beyond Golgotha

I knew not what decided us 
But our hearts spoke the fire 
Of desire and love and pledges  
And the dreams beyond visions

Despite the distress and hunger 
And the curses that taught us right 
And the souls who brought light 
To the dugouts of our miseries 

What if the songs did not come 
With flashes of angels as desired 
I would not meet this protrusion 
And the pains of its pleasure, surprise...

What comes after this testament 
When love so speedily aborted
With heart dissected and perfected 
Finds sand and grass inflated? 

 I have thrown up and broken 
The chalice of our misgivings
I didn't deserve the feast, unfeasting  
Meant for the palace or the pit

What can I say at the bloated
Crossroads of my indictment? 
What have you to deliver or recover 
But the poison dagger and fire  
I crafted in your hands and soul?