by candlelight

from iliac crest
to supersternal notch;

the delicate pilgrimage
of my mouth

beloved

come, lean to me,

let us be morning shadows

as the hem of night

slips from our lips

---

when sadness lives in you

you shrink inside
away from your eyes

you walk slowly
as not to rattle

there is a feel in the air,
a change in the whether.

very place caused confusion,
pond dipping involuntary
shuddering, and delight at small creatures.

who play croquet with new rules,
we never knew the old, it proved
without flamingos
that i am not alice.

it is about a year now,
i blocked you.

sbm.

resting on one a while.

very early here, news came, so
now we lay  a while, to hope
it will alleviate the gloom from
those who have no manners, no
style and niceties. i will draw on
the experience, while others
bomb empty houses.

it is a gold award for drawing.

moon boats.

‘ i did not wish to die, my son’

sbm.

in my dream of spirals
we meet on the stairs
at the shoulder of the world

may i? i ask as i gather you in my arms;
in our cloak of words
our filigreed cocoon of thought

here, in our dawn of skin
we shine softly

and spill from a thousand kisses

through an open window

.

breath of lanterns, song of sky

my kisses flock to you

--

hold me, the cloud whispered to the mountain

--

listen to me reading you

with fingertips

then she spoke to me,
came from abergele,
at the door all day,
learning history
of kitchens, copper pans.

talked of every day, not dates,
or kings and queens.

the bedroom roped with blue,
a smallish bed and posies.

I feel nothing here,
no lost words or empathy.

it was closer, below.

where are you now?

is it a spinette?

sbm.