I take to a boil
the creamy consistency
of christmases gone by

and hang out
the lights of
stirred recollections.

I set a table,
a feast to share,
those who won't show
outnumber the presents.

I take a place
within the play,
rehearsing the blurring
of me. I sit amongst

those who won't show.

[explicit; or whatever]*

I found her there,
in between the red maple trees,
her hand gently disturbing
the water and the frogs
in the darkness of the pound.

I saw her there,
a sun beam in her hair,
the chill awakening her *******,
her hands concealing her ******,
her eyes watering me, arose.

I left her there,
upon a bed of red leaves,
her thighs embracing her warmness,
her breath softly paced down,
her taste in my tongue, watered still.

That circle, realm
of light, made of,
you know,
words crawling,
making gullies
to melt you in,
me, bursting,

see?,

slowly claimed
by a lunar me,
globbing, sobbing,
mourning the me
i forged within you.

If a friend
would have me,
I'd be capable of loving
and I'd look no more
for a back door.

For you,
i slowly
unwinded time
to hand you
a thread,

the labyrinth
where you
trustingly
unravel your heart.

For you,
i hush the spindle
in my empty hands
that will weave
no more,

the thread this whirl,
and i fade,
as i let
time rewind.

It rains.
A truffled scent
glitters
in dead leaves,
naked trees.
Transudation
into the depths
of the night.

had a cup of tea
it was icy cold

mended a heart
it was out of date

looked up
there was nothing

took a peek within
it was wide shut

put it all to rest
went for a dock in blue