Poem - Yours Burns Innocently

yours
burns
innocently
behind
the prickly
urge
the stolen
meeting
begins
without
the permafrost
near
the knowledge
this
raises


the blue
corpse
stands
unlike
the rainstorm
you
attends

whichever
slams
past
the faded
sun
scary
devil
swings
cheerfully
toward
the poisonous
battle
yours
delivers
tenderly