Intermediary irreverence,

cycles of two

circling by withstanding

outstanding measures

to climb atop the hill

and lay one’s head

firmly on the chest

of their beloved.

Missed strokes

and capsized boats.

Wasted tickets,

with a bottle episode

of wastelands

revisited in order

to get to you.

It lasted years.

Torment sea,

and every crack

in the desert floor,

reminded me of you.