she rests her hand

upon her chest,

and fans her face

with the other one.

standing on a terrace

watching the *** of sea

and sun--her lover at

her melt.

blue with smoke--

stunned with atmosphere,

softest to the touch.

you **** with your

feel for that place.

where all the world's a

leaving--upon which all

my love arrives, and i can

hardly stand it.

you hang there my moon--

cathartically there my moon.

over the perimeter i man~

this too shall

pass--in the

playing.

while mining

your emotions

for new material~

winter has begun groaning--

sounding the colors flowers

are settling upon.

full-throated as what he lets

out to see coming at a frozen

distance.

whereas the vapor of his breath

is changing color--heeded as a

sign that loosens his grip.

slowly internalizing his death.