a romance of radicals

Always ones to end up
alone
we struck a bittersweet
zone between

lamented
and loved,

saw the pendulum
swung for
reaches between.

Two roads and their reeds,
neither whose endgame you
aspired to,

almost gluttony
to frugal tastes.

Nevermind men at iron
gates who’ve rejected
us
and sentenced
us
to wait;

my heart sits in
your embrace like

exiles outside Eden in
the arms of
daybreak.

That apple was always
such a waste of
bite.

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