No, rise like dawn
And blood or
Plants reaching for sun.
Flow, words slipping from
Loose lips sliding secrets
Better kept discrete and dry.

I see you in narrow spaces
Between tree branches where
Light hits dust at the right angle and
Builds temporary fairy-worlds of
Sun in the dark of the wood.

I hear your voice in the hum-drum
Of strange conversations,
Carried on wind, refracted noise
Bounced from edges of buildings,
Settling behind my eardrums,
Whispering
Words in a language I no longer speak.

I walk beside you
On lonely midnight strolls through
Places dark, ancient and deep.
Footsteps echoing while we
Stumble in blindness through
Depths of caverns new and routine.

Screws jammed the lock
In my throat, twisting
Clockwise, choking
Tighter which each revolution.
Throbbing steady like
Hands in a clock crying
On the hour for time
Spiraling from its
Golden hands towards
Dimensions unperceived and
Already retrospect.

Brevity in time
Reaching through membranes
Outward like pulled cotton candy,
Pink and orange sunset whose
Eye witnesses the dusk and dawn
While all things break between.

Loneliness freezing fractures
In old bones, rotted leftovers
Tossed aside among dead leaves,
Candy wrappers and cigarette butts.
Cracking, dragged by streams of
Gutter water in heavy rain to
Turbulent streams
Journeying on to
Distant seas.

Moon shining     dead     light,
Lonely beams
                echoing               empty
Through still night and distant lands where
Fires grow flowers
Exploding
Through pavement doused in blood
From wars     waged    by men
Not as wise as you.

While our sun is setting during
The evening commute,
On the other side it's
Rising.
Alarm clocks and whistling
Coffee pots in morning light
Breakfast cigarettes on the
Front porch watching dawn break
And I'm watching dusk so
For a second in time we're
Inexplicably intertwined.