Elegy for 'Warm'

I cherish every
word you give
me though
you give me not but a few, and
it's not the void,
the sparse, the lacking, the...

   that brings me back and back under
   tornadoed, pinched-off knees
   weak through to plasm tenuous as
   you shyly try to outcheshire the missing-out-
   on-you-world but as a fool's fool I am unfoolable.

I've downloaded
the automatic refresher, and
purchased a yottabyte
hard drive so I might
divine genesis, gestation, birth: the
bell ringing your heart's hand-

   maidens, and at what hour, what
   angle of sunlight, I can see through
   foreboding uncertainty,
   through Beam courage holding
   belief's straggling hand giving

us Heart we
just dug: letting the
cat out of your eyelash,
ringing the mys-
tery out of your skin,
airing into being a stranger I
  
    know, whom
    you carry in maze
    goddesses enw(/t)ombed;
    I pray you know-- to
    gods divined wholly

in spirit, effigy, tribute, idolatry, through
saccharine lonely-fired castles
--that you might meet you, and we
might smile so big our
waxing, saltypink faces break off in-
to eternal combustion engine bread.

But this is myth:

   ROYGBIV to pitch-white;

   Lies under flashlight
   hurt worse than sunbright
   conspiring.

   Losingfull loneliness
   enlarges the heart in-
   to authoritarian delusion.

   Heart
   subsumes every. Heart colors
   Heart into blank. Warm does
   not feel Cold. (Warm is
   gullible)