Is there a love in your lack

What will we do when the light goes out
How we will spend our winters
How many works will our forceps burn
How will our corsets splinter?

What do you load in your perfume
Is there a love in your lack
Will you goad your dearth bloom
When there's nothing but black

How dies your garden lovely
Gather ye rosebud rot
We shouldn't mention it should we
Immeasurable forces recede to a dot
Forming an introspection

Blossoming lest we wish it would not.

10/12/17