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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

The last word

what shall be your last word spoken

what shall be that last word said

will there be a soft one listening

there beside your final bed

..

or if you would leave on some non descript day

will the word be a mumble as you rush on your way

as you kiss her, fleeting, on a passing cheek

“pickup my dry cleaning, it’s been over a week”

..

week?

..

so much hurrah over baby’s first word

yet of grandad’s last, who knows; no one heard

no one leaned into the crackles of fading breath

to decipher his utterances

welcoming

death

..

what shall be your last word spoken

what shall be that last word said

speak as if that last day arrives

so fleeting is life

on fragile thread

..

For Soriah…. I was listening x

Lustre

to the sunrise deprived

and the sunset depleted

rest your eyes, listen to me

make sure you are seated

..

your anemic soul wears aura pale

thirsting for answers of light

circadian constrained, faltering, frail

pupils dimming, desperate for sight

..

so let me describe

in this most wistful scribe

blissed, burnished memories held

of sun’s exquisite horizon meld

..

my beloved misanthrope

these heavens are a pastiche of your dreams

through my exuberant eyes you will gasp

at such

phantasmagoric

scenes

Petals

a sybaritic desire

to thrill you with my words

to lay them at your feet

bougainvillea petals

falling free from the stem

with spurious inflorescence

gather them and know they are for you

..

i’ll hide the thorns of course

bury them deep in palm flesh

to seraphic sting, no remorse

with blood droplets

exquisitely smeared across lips

adding

crimson

subtracting

all the reasons why

we cannot be

Syrup

come gather

all ye disciples of despondency

fine purveyors of hurt

..

come hither

and gather by my light

as it burns and inhales

your pristine pathos

..

i’ll collect your brittle bark, shedding

your crumbling edifice of self

so raw, so cherished

and with your sycamore soul thus exposed

sit beside you

seeking your sugared self

spile driven deep

a spigot set to seep

your syrup

oh so

sweet

Kismet

when the divine created our star

near eternity we lingered

a somnolence of heaven’s burning

till red, raging

a supergiant

and in the the near, never-after…

us

a supernova sublime

a merging of milennia and molecules

belligerent to time

fiercely fusing

not even destiny to deny

now today

our eyes of umber meet

familiar iridescent irises

peppered with stellar dust greet

for we are of stars

welcome home…