among the tense blackness
of night,
take me as river
takes to silence of a lark
a-trill on quavering beat
and consider
in arm's light mid-step
slowly rising to no more
than a drop of bleak bone,
the evening's behemoth.

a resounding collective
behind a closed door.
a soundless sound.
an organized chaos astounds
this meaninglessness and puts
in it, two hands rubbing each
pressed on impatient bodies
primal without signals
as vibrations prickle through
feeble walls.

i hear some defenseless mess
inwardly break as most of wrung sunsets reek in rain-swathed air.

in here
a cornered hummingbird
of yearning
listening even before i spoke.
drinking in quiet, the water
on the tabletop
that begins to arm itself
with fringes of light
and if not for my mind's frolicsome
fingers send back to glass
for someone else's mouth
to touch...