when I think of k & j

Free fall in love and break my heart,
Wresting life’s matter from my soul.
To not care at all would be smart
But love is still a bright black hole.
Turning in spirals, rippling wind
Blows my heart, blows my mind, blows all
Like bright copper bullets I tend
To explode, then let the brass fall.
Smudges of burnt powder beneath
My eyes tell the truth. My tongue lies.
My heart lies. Wheat tied in a sheaf
Is cut down. The wind moans and cries.
Vacant fields. Grey skies glisten tears.
Love through years, if right, qualms all fears.