Affection's inexact
in this case, thriving
to the point
of all-consuming.

Pass the leaven, pass
the parch. Redeem me
in your spare time
off. I'm hoping

your attention holds
as I am watching also
intricate and seasoned
birds be numb

to their melodic
lower case insignia,
those bright feathers
superseding tawn and lake.

Dominion does not equal threnody so much as violence to come.
Near melody does not fit between parentheses, at least not now.

I thought that I was speaking, but it turned out you were
Far from hearing frost arrive against the sole window.

Solemnity jars possession of originality perhaps.
These blue projective flowers fill the vase now doubly overgrown.

Hers were foremost among serene blue eyes,
And mine observed her failing to observe.

When will speech begin to change the window to a less familiar chapter,
Or is it fair to offer caveats for free and leave them fluent white?