Lament of oak

If life seems easy like            
             
orange fish in aquarium              
my old tears gallops            
             
fresh painted doors              
how badly i ache to be              
...yours              
    sloth moth      
impedes perplexed oceanic        
shadows engulfed by dyed black    
scratching for  
   
       honey and sun      
holding her heels over over and over the pages    
      
your numbered letters like            
             
stick teases dog              
hungry.
    speed.
cautious.  
          
world would be without war            
without scared wisdom            
promising to kiss away              
the jaded pain          
deserting gentle bones        
         
where torments mourn          
         
with no sigh.        
so i drew back rising cries        
from purgatory's orb        
       
clean.
    opaque.
bitten.