Heart To The Husk - Jeffrey Foucault

Please burn my letters

Let them writhe

The love and the lack

Let the blue meet the black

Let my words become fire

I burned your letters

Cold or kind

By a river at dusk

From the heart to the husk

Every word became fire

We dream our love

For a while

Into flesh out of dust

The rage and the rust

All gone as it came

Please tell me something

I want to know

Where does love go?