Feel my hand in the dark
Sookie Sue?
Stroking the nape of your neck, my Sweet Nothing?
I see you hiking your dress
In the moonlight.
Surely in your mind
You paint it black.
Are you afraid It will take you where you cannot go?
Where beneath the light
A beetle eats a rotted root.
And blood shine black
In the moon. And I thought
You gave up swinging gondolas,
As I lurch in the rain.
Later, we shall forget this,
In a dream of 1965.
And the slanting sun will
Cloud the mind.
As my pen drips upon the page, Greasing the rails
For the elemental comedown,
See the cut upon the finger?
As your face blurs in the mirror,
A dream upon this pinprick
In a lost adobe afternoon.
I'll not extend this invitation
Twice.
Are you with me.