Run Some

Held you
not for long,
here is my
unwaivable
promissory
note,
here are
qualifications,
quail eggs,
quasi-plausible
frustrations.
Here is patience.
Permafrost
melts to
my darling
obscene.
Held you
in the crux
of crumbling
narrative,
posing for
radical gifts
like a modern
nativity
scene.