arial splits

in invisible ink,

or was it the cherry

red blood pricked

from a sewing needle sewn

into a man’s canvas

jacket, blood oath

for a short blooming

spring, last

spring written in vein—

gather and spill

to the friends, and hear

of their blood

oaths sworn to quick

affairs, blessed elixirs

to heartbreak erasing

inked hurt, inked give

the revelations bring us

arial, splitting, cleaving from

dragging gravity.