Tiled floors begat your presence in
The mind as if soles echo unique forms
Of Being-as-waves..
Blue woman within the shade of ripened
Moons and florescent suns  remembers
The curvature of cycles without motion
Violence in the image of pleasure
Change in the order of descent foaming
Across harmonious black sandy beaches
[Sensation in absence][An abstract eternity]
Mortal Death begat your presence in
The mind like Mother Tongue begat the
Life of time in ripened moons and
Florescent suns
                                           "L'air est en béatitude.
                                        Je vous bercé avec amour."
The air is...
Hostile.
Hostile.
How still the necessary angel is in this
Extended  moment of souls touching, meeting
From both sides of a wooden bridge, but
Twenty times you looked back and twenty times
Time faded to black dew condensing on window
Panes.

God's tears in August rain,
In September rain,
In October rain.
God tears so your rebirth is drowned in violence
And within regret you die with red wine carpet
Stains in your eyes and a flame a lit, flickering
Because the air is blissful.
                                           "I cradle you with love"
                                           Torn like steel across skin.

Blue woman who eases charred sands, who is your tourniquet?