This steeple before:

Mesmerize growth,
your handsome features,
the news flash 
at the church hens, 
pecking sordid fancies
from thin frost of you;
coy leaning in touch.

The door up:

The hiding of me 
in your hands
for I'm scared 
in light knowing the heart;
the ode of stern stare
of improbable;
forgive me.

The window stair:

My hand trusting the you;
the guide in the forest trove
of wanting your taste
on me; 
the stare down 
on folly we share 
as they troop and trouble 
for their god;

In tower reflect:

The crows bear your lips
to that cloud-
let's go
and join that split second
of lock; 
eyes find strobe remembrance
as you slit me good;
I tuck your
shirt back 
as you merge back
to the clout of them.

Over courtyard, cigarette:

The take 
of the minstrel strings; 
leaves an echo 
of notched climbs and laughs;
The future coughs 
and I want it to choke
without you;
why I am not the wind
without the spring;
the ghastly night is not full
of sweet crickets
and lavender 
for I am aimless.

Sitting spring:

There goes thoughts 
like the interest of you, 
I catch my tell-

the start of me; 
the end is you.

Sooth and beautiful-
I bake again under my sun;
a tan,
and peace in memory.