un
tamed
un
trained
in the
jargon
of
ure
soul
speak
i’m
knee
deep
in
con
crete
&
un
adorned
free
speech
to tell
u that
ure
hands
pique
my
intrigue
&
un
afraid
agony
to
touch
u
see
u
captivate
&
claim
u
sleep
here
i’ll
cradle
u
safe
with me
be
with me
as u
never
were
before
those
un
formed
for
lorned
epilogues
are
repertoires
better
left
un
spoken
better
left
un
woken
by this
token
of a
memory
a
dialect
now
dead
to me
emphatic
cally
tragic
cally
scrubbing
ure
soul
clean
of
me