on a
front porch swing
sitting close
in the rain
your humid skin sticks
to mine
water pours off the roof
and puddles in
the grass below us
each drop one part of a whole
unequal to
your atlantic smile
and
pacific eyes

in her windowless mouth by the back room of the lights reflected off her eyes and
and
out of
her
mouth
a symphony
was born

closing
lights:
floating
dandelion
gold
on the harbor of
your
first kiss
(the water is
warmer than the
air)
the september rain
is in your august blood
like a beacon guiding
the summer sealights
to the tips of the waves

their holy radiance
breaks
the surface,
permeates
the depths
than
gradually
fade
into
the
blackness
of
your eyes

paper hearts dissolved in water/remnants framed in gilded glass/fresh heat on the rim/from your lips
dissipates/into the air/and is absorbed/by my hunted skin/another silent weapon in my arsenal/of fatal wounds

that night
on the ferris wheel
coney island
in the rain
the atlantic ocean
fell asleep
and pulled back the blankets
of autumn

the glass shot
and the icicle flower
corroded by the hours
and those who are not

the night is blue and sever
the moon is an attack
my hand's been out forever
you are never coming back

blind and black andromeda drops her skirt
and
around her waist she drapes the coldest dirt
when the pink pearl parade is nearing
don't ask, for long forgotten what was told her
monarch and viceroy we age (but don't get any older)
2 dark lovers sleeping in a midnight clearing

overland their dreams they glide of a lower shaded tint
darkness over top of light white chocolate eggs and mint
linen kitten sheets under branches lined of frost
the surface tower rises by a shower sky of cream
silhouetted hours joined discreetly at the seam
riding overnight trains so as not to wake the lost

the cauldron of a moment seen after a lifetime's purge
parallel hips that light a smile never to converge
"she smells like nina simone with a humid voice like ether
pastel lips, renaissance legs and august sunset *******..."
a second to align our love before the blackened water crests
nobody, nobody, nobody knows the depths that lie beneath her

this fairground love ends in blessed rapture flame
the terminal separation that God has given name
of a strawberry village girl isolated and honey tressed
whose severed fingers have guided paths anew
when she could have left she decided not to
but bound her deserter's hands behind love's holy breast

now the violet sands cover our tracks then shift
returning to a landscape's nightly spiral drift
that was the night everything changed
the hunted left the hunting grounds
the silence longed to find a sound
the equinox flowers lay rearranged

Here lies the fallen king
The token sober kid
Grew up alone in a full house
Surrounded by friends but always in doubt
That this world so dear held love for him too
The doubt grew too strong
And so, he flew