For Her While

in a life of distractions
she takes her excursions
from the heights of her heroes,
the depths of her saviors
to renounce their generosities
through unexplored measures
as she takes and spreads beside me
in this bed of death and pleasure
the sight of the doorway
lures all it’s contenders
whose who have washed here,
those who have rendered
their thorns and their visions-
scavengers, defectors
what does she envision
as she lays beside me
in this bed of death and pleasure
the feel for the moment
shoos off all pretensions
for that which has realized
it’s source and intentions
that which will deprive her
of songs that ascend us
of how I should long her,
how I once saw her
as she lay beside me
in this bed of death and pleasure
as she lays beside me
in this bed of death and pleasure
a life of resourcefulness
selfishly endured
for the stripes of honor
our bandages
yet visions of you
become holy and few
as we take and spread ourselves
in this bed of death and pleasure
in this bed
in this bed of death of pleasure