i will keep it pristine, immaculate
through this murky cesspool of
half-truths and fading yesterdays
this love will triumph and come
radiant and gallant, like my man

with every care that remains i will
drag it, aimlessly, passionately
to the other side where the sun
has never burned her light
the humble home with tiny windows
because in this cavity is where
her moon is caged, a prisoner.