triangles

let's write
our feelings
with metric:

you is
i be
you naught
so forth

at the explosion
of desire
you have forsaken me

and nobody laments
my destiny

poor white-over-black
construction
of forgotten islands!

poor me for being
so fortunate!

who are you
that will never
be erased
from this memory
that lingers
in saliva-threads
of elephants?