I will gift-wrap an hour, let it exist outside of time and in a space
just for us. And when the end comes, it will vanish.
Leave no print, no clue, no trace- except for our memory
of touch, scent and taste. And an ache, a longing to return.
If I give, will you take?

warmth
from kisses that were as sweet as wine
kisses of myrrh
kisses of honey-velvet and vermilion

as the ivory twilight glows forlorn
i smoke on the residue of love
under the fleeting light
of a chemical sun

warmth
she ran through my hands
like golden drops on thirsty lands
left me in a vast expanse
of sheer
mercurial
cold

blue cranes
copper-drizzled lizards
skies of cherry-red
opalite and tangerine

and great forests
that drip honey-jewels

lavender birds
that float on a
sage-dream breeze

summerdaze
wraps us up
in sheets of air  
and pillows of dreams
warm and soft and still...

days keep slipping through your fingers
light spirals out of the dark sky like glass
love dissolves into something
intangible
and sullen
and cold

you visit the city where nobody lives
you go to the sleep where nobody dreams
you hear the song that nobody sings
you make up things which pull things apart

you hear distant words, but they sound so foreign
their meanings tumble all over the place
whispers are abrasive
and noise drowns sound

maybe this is all a little glitch in continuity
light stretched thin
but your words linger on
enjoined in shadow
burn in song