O sweet,
O tender, trembling you,
fragile and steel,
with your wit that
is revelation that
speaks across the dull
hum of ordinariness.

You are a painting in
a ramshackle house,
that is discovered once
again, and there you
sit in a gallery where
you always belonged.

O sweet,
O tender one, the light will
not last long, but here in
these moments let this
wickedness shine.

 

14/10/2024