Daybook

The crispness of your cadence rips
into the clishmaclaver.
In your vowels
I cap my fulcrum.
We are the same fleece.
In the warmth of whispers
I freeze my words.
Flambeau does us in.

My fireside is not fuelled,
as proteanism
is not a part of the portfolio.
Love needs restraint.
Hiraeth
is a time-honored riff.
Lex talionis is not for us to spot.
Someone else adjudicates it.