I love you with joy.
It splinters my pain as it stretches
against what can be.
I love you there against the destroyed wall
in a city bruised by bullets,
against the sun and wind,
against love that has been.
I love you against summer nights
contrary to the light
as its silent likeness travels
on the sea with September’s approach.
My lips express
night ceremony in ghost places
against invincible death’s smoke.
A warrior trapped in memories sails away.