Reply to Ada Limón’s ‘Lover’

ale

dark: a very long humor with wings
sailing souls, a web of laughter

broken: simple reflections of the sun’s feathers
in the web of seen secrets

tears: a yellow pepper praised to heed prayers
salt-pain

pain: a question in a quiet moment
tombstone is for the weak

a house will mourn
a room is emptied today
and tomorrow will fill it
bro—ken windows and crippled air.
if it feels like death, then tis’ beastly
with anything that smiles.
do not cave into spoons
there are only holes that fuck.

Ruddapoet