admit

wait! there may still
be many a buried thing to
kiss before we fall
        - crack hearts
out of ribcages pumping blood
on these cold cold grounds and
 lay eyes like
emerald eggs to
nest in each other's
fleeting glow.
do you know
this ghost is far from ready
for war of broken arms
or any kind?
     "so when
 will it then?"
you may trouble in
your troubled mind
but see:
 there is
no answer until
 there is
clarity, and no clarity
'til it's too late to cry
over spilt milk
and teeth that shatter
from
the chatter in the
                   cold old
bitter freezing breezy
wind are
but the first
steps.