the temple is up, hounded by

sleeplessness--as bodies of dust

move thru one another, and

will not settle.

a rose lie in a space of offering,

pacing her folds--as there is love

to be had.

lapis lazuli twilight, striated with

purple harbingers of lovers afoot.

impassioned in their unrest, they

know there is another in the distance

of the life that lives them.

to enfold with, secure and brace for the

aggressive fade--where this dream's undreamt.