Cycles

the sky is sanctuary

where silken shreds of your soul

have sun tendril melded

lashing golden in my sight

i squint in memory delight

..

so at sunrise, with gasps

we become one again

and follow me you burn

simmering heat on shoulders

till the day is horizon nestled

..

your bright reminds me

you are not gone

merely crossed over

leaving me with moonlit melancholy

and the finite fears of a mortal mind

chemically prone to fantasy

and feckless conjecture

..

so let your rays reflect on my ice wintered self

and i in limbic state remain

your cyclic comfort cherish i will

in eternal, salutary refrain

Threnody

some divinations in tea leaves dwell

but I prefer the delicate scatter

of incense flecks on rib curves, swell

the breath between gasp and ashen matter

..

furtively I reassemble the dissonant cinders

yet they meld in stubborn sapient array

the pattern sought, lady destiny hinders

granting one final passionate foray

..

each second embraces a hollow echo

our sighs shaped in somber elegy

lips lock, such a lacquered libretto

will to memory languish, lamentably

..

as eyes fire in this breath held night

we suppress the urge to weep, so fight

against the approaching call of light

then bid you farewell

sweet acolyte

Couturier

O purveyor of fine linens

i come to you unclothed

only scraps of tainted textiles

saved from a betrothed

weigh my limbs

..

terse tailor

tally my tenacious lovers

some, are tattered threads

clinging close as static shreds

ever taunting

..

haughty haberdasher

stitch me a coat

that does not needle my frayed flesh

a vestment of finest muga silk

that does not snag the sinuous seams

of oft surrendered,

stifled dreams

..

made to measure

such wardrobe to treasure

dress me with love

Poison

i take back my clothes

the shirt that you tore

buttonless, scandalous

crestfallen on the floor

 

beyond mending

 

i take back my words

you will strain soon to read

this script pale jaundiced

ink smeared, i did bleed

 

not worth sending

 

i take back my laughter

shards of effusive delight

how it filled your empty

on each dark, hollow night

 

so soon ending

 

i take back my dreams

forged in whispered, molten heat

and the poison that you offered?

how was breakfast

my sweet?

The Cage

oh elusive bird

oft in need of clandestine capture

i free you from my skeletal cage

with cacophonous cartilaginous crack

a delicate, metal hinged rapture

..

you stumble, stunned

to adamantine floor

feeble sparrow lungs shrill with musty air

limp, tremoring under yonder rocking chair

rest awhile

i will not disturb you there

..

sometime later, as i sleep

a stranger knocks from realm afar

steps in, leaving the door ajar

and from my slumber

to fitfull wake

sweet bird has flown

feather alone

my keepsake

Aphrodisia

your words are obsession

i wear them as garland

around my neck

a syllabic posy

touch me not with tentative fingertips

let me feast on words first

you speak a bouquet with ardent brevity

soaked in cognac, breeding longevity.

intoxicated I yield

as you place the blindfold

dark consonants consume vapid vowels

light removed, limbs revealed

i warn of sensitive skin

a hedonist prone to histrionics and hives

seeking sweet amaranthine surprise

amidst stinging nettle nouns

arrogating attention with alliterations

your words fire me

in terse, tectonic tense

a loquacious libretto

of hyphenated suspense

 

our nascent hearts

unmute

 

 

Lachrymose

so frail now

your fingertips in mine

supported gently

parchment paper skin

venous rivers slow, tepid within

..

as the sand slowly sifts

i squeeze

i try to halt the final grains, yet

this maudlin hourglass only drains

to somber clock tick

sentry gated soldiered seconds fall

the war is over

all is lost

that is all

..

a last dawn

this last day

as curtains part

your light slips away