These tears are for you
---here let me gather them
I shall bead then together
a necklace of salty regret
and bitter mutterings.

No, no let me...
I shall tie them tight around your neck
let them hang out of reverence
for the heart you let shatter
from your overturned palm.

When I hear the ****** and crash
of that storm channeled through
violins
I fall into remembrance
remembrance of
wooden floors
wooden instruments
and human hands.
I recall the whirling winds of song
empowered ever more through the
wood and metal of
the cello.
I recall the sound of your wavering voice
as we paced through storm and wind
---the timid creatures we had been---


I now close my eyes
I escape to that place where
you made wood weep
and metal echo into my skin deep.  


Another violin plays now for me
this wood though does not weep
this bow draws no quiver
and only an empty echo bounces
from the chambers of my mourning
heart.

It is only we
together we lay
stomach to back
curled as
puzzle pieces
fitting almost
perfectly.
My cheek is mashed
against
the softness of your relaxed
bicep.
The winds whip about
the heater hums softly
for us within.
Your heart beat lulls me back to sleep
my even breathing sets you at ease.
A moment for lovers.

And here is where I stop and you begin.
This timeless loop forever we are in
hold on--tighter--we must be united.

Let it all fall down
have the smoke rise
when all is quiet

when fire has gone
burned out in fury

against civilization
the ashes stand only

clinging to the skeletal
structure of a defeated

era.

Why don't you stay
awhile
with me.
Your company excites me.
That voice of yours sends
sonic wisps
through air,
and time, like gamma rays
you penetrate me.
Piercing my heart your love
spreads
like a cancer mutating my cells,
my thoughts
are invaded, your prodding relentless.
So I ask you...
Why don't you stay
awhile,
with me.

I'm sure I can't explain it
almost unintelligible, when
steps echo--I hear them constant
your laughter--infant green caressed
by spring.
Scents from your skin--I--
become unreliably--intoxicated--
This delicious shiver--shutter--spasmodic movement
like hot metal dripping--heavy and demanding
making clear its presence--but--
not so much enveloping--not the slightest
overpowering--but--
none the less empowering--and--
still rather lightly--kissing?
Dripping as they do
relentlessly like Japanese torture
drops of liquid fire scorch--fall
ing  incessantly--!--
like rain on hot pavement--you--
your eyes burn into this fevered skin.
I truly can't explain this!