Finite or not time presses ever downward
Three seconds or nine from now
You'll empty the magazine
Words more violent
At the speaking

Blink and saturate again the sting
Sleepless nights end to end
Cyclic systems self-contained
Between day and dream
Rent the seam

Tenderly now
******* alone the wound
Gentle licks of blood trickle in wake
Sweat and hair unbroken stare
Silently reeling through the space of it
Pictures bare feet and lamplight all
Aching for not

Aye, I was alone
Am alone
Rabbit eyed watching
From bramble

Roadside &
Fireside abiding
Riverside

Roaming theif
Of leaf you
Wind
Spinning

Come in supplanter
Wrye smiling eerie
As fog

Winding while
You level your willow wand
At my face

I thought it
A carousel spinning
Music and light

Presumed 
It a blade of grass
Or shadow bent by
**** form

Maybe the strand of silk hair
Ribbon disrupted from a high place
To fall on cheek

But I am wrong
This single:

True love
Is but
Raw pain unmingled

Fifty anchors in his chest
In the stomach coffee &
Two eggs
Revolver heavy in hand
God could stop him
But stands

I have drempt:
Lucidly, she dyes the edges clay-colored  
Eyeing eye she aligns her body with the North Star
She shivers without notice
        Ocher eyes alive
she speaks in new forms of divination
And the weather is in her palm
Trick of light    trick of eye
Her sigh awakens 9 Ravens
     without thought
            She is
    Caught in the spider web
         Spun
Autumnal ghost
Beneath Harvest moon
    swoons at the bark of the dire wolf
Without care
making eye contact
Running fingers through the silver fur
  Paying close attention to scars
Letting him drink
From lips of pink
The milk of first-kiss
And leads him home  
To a palace of bone
Humming tunes that only dogs know
Her head is light on his chest
She listens to his heart beat
Beating Eagles wing
In time
In rhyme
A tune
Of runes
Smooth Aquarius
Flowing through the toes
Of purple mountains
Spilling waterfalls and
Filling frigid
Black pools rimmed
By moss caked stone

Leaves scarlet, and hay colored
Float aimlessly on the surface of her

Peaked
Ears Stung and bit of wind
She listens whole body tensed
bow string
face    Sun stained
ethereal
Enamored
swimming in the aphotic
Lake of his soul
He plays the dulcimer of shadow
Next to fire
& the light of her blossom
exposing
Waterfall
flow
Through snow mountains
Piqued
His attention
When she dances languid
To
Forgetten tunes that only the owl knows
****
she dances star soaked
Scarlet tulips pressed
Fill every page of her mind
Preserved eternal