Buckle Applause

Eye sore for I wait in rounds of moonlight full
Flesh designed in yellow, crippled skin
In sevens nausea ensues
Carefully the ruling sea tips her crown
Cradled in cherry blazed horizons
The sun is always full.

Eye sore for lies dipped in night
A hook for the fish
A brook where he will be caught
In eights the comedy
There is no map for stupidity.

Eye sore after years, ill at ease, of words that fall
Forgive me.
I love you.
I need you.
I miss you.
Eye sore for ears when they are not here
We forgot to protect each other.
That is what lovers do.

Heaven will bless you in everything you do.