like the carvings of ignorant man
we dance
strange colours
words uttered
beyond recall
we seek strong shelter in weak arms
and breathe turquoise sin
against red skin.
i look into deep wells that speak
of him
of her,
they
them
i wonder

my hands melt
your features blur
into soft nothing
into cloud brilliance
inside soft nothing
we weep willow
of sadness conquer
of past that bleeds
and present exceeds
all of the wilted
promise' of old

they sing for a soul
without ears
without capacity
to ever hear

listen

the dull hum

of life,

who gave you wings

has forever come

forever undone.