Volta

I am sorry for being

thankful

on occasions that wonder my spirit

and sing silver stanzas like

terrors of an unconsidered

evaporates in epiphanies of being appreciated;

The narcissist,

devours in a violet's flux,

I am sorry for my gratitude

that kisses on my forehead brings

shivers

like the accidental ripple of dew

on a painted sea;

So sorry I am for being

thankful on occasions

for thankful I should be

timelessly

as your bright, piercing love.