Sisyphus and cinquains

her knot of skin fell loose

writhing in a holy lump
ground that stroked her face 

held my feet

an introduction 
between trembling

my name and hers

flaws 
refine our permanence

here on this grass

shit on my shoe

blood on her lip

Oh Massachusetts

what is it I'm without

into the curled embrace of dissonance

wrists outstretched

a permanence in this wind

tattooed into my secret tongue

eternity 

into time

when I talk about 

what I don't believe in

my disloyalty 

I am not tied

to Sisyphus and cinquains
Browning's edge
and mine
our syllables gleaming