Crossaint

Guitar strings sigh best between nasty plaster fingers.
Martian swingers sway to it without sandals on.
We stand on red sand while rain patters our human toes.
Gods only know that they control meaningless molecules

I did try to survive with just one heart,
just one fart and her heart became ones and zeros.
She's a reader, raiding pages of golden guilt.
I read a book or two, but never knew
how the bindings could glue, together.
Heather, the ghost of a specious spoon whispers, "Is love forever?"

I should squall, "it's for never." However,
my sound is asleep for her, waiting with bated breath,
to death or deafness, the best investments.
I'm waiting for
a few more funerals.

Love is at best a test to get the better yet.
Better yet, it's the best bullet proof vest I'll ever wear.