sanguineous to porite

Porite,

Severance to the avenues
in lustrous divorce I went feeling

the blind minimal to get by, repeating
every movement intends,

so why not hold the sun
sovereign of fire and the frost's permutations?

And thinking I'd figured at last things out
in the cloud and smeared recoil

I caught the vendors of incense,
metalwork, wood and the beggars on gold

and revised into sheets of fire my compositions,
though wondered later if the same

couldn't be done with love--
fleece which doesn't easy go cold

but engulfs in the remembering like when I spent
an afternoon with my along

the shoreline sweet-- wove
hopes of our coming together now coarse

as the veils of original seperation recoverde
and what could I say to her then?

-Sanguineous