naivety

naivety made me think a relationship

is actually carved from my own rib bone
with my flesh fleshing and blood thickening kinship
spicing with dreams and breathing a vision

such sculpture i thought will survive beyond

my demise and grave, that pit
or furnace, where all are eventually eased
leaving the living to fashion an eternity

reality, however, revealed my stupidity

and re-taught, with hard knock on head
that dead figurines are bought and sold in market
with contracts scattered like sperms, or torn

© henry victor