An explanation of sorts
Upon a time, we were.
You wait for your 'ever after'
your 'ever more'...
Shall I quoth the raven?
Literal words orchestrated to penetrate subliminally
Petals to loosen
of my tongue to stop
Fabric promises to reveal
Thread by thread removed proves our singular truth:
Love's globe revolves Solely, slowly around the moon-
Her fairy tale carriage halts at dawn's gate,
When soggy kernmantle is emptied of bound wrists
*with immense apologies