Melted Words, Salted to Disappear*

salted to disappear,
not to taste,
aged love poems writ
before my eyes
drip drop from
bed to floor,
lightly screaming
no más no more

there is a raging quietude
in bed, in head,
without you
to write for,
without you,
write no more

for without
my audience
before my Queen,
I am uncommissioned,
dispurposed,
words not just blurred,
perishing,
lightly melting,

the colors of our conversation,
were the stuff of me,
magnetos of pinks
purple hues,
magenta
grooves
from which
spilled, flowed,
torrents des cris du cœur,
not color-blinded, blindsided,
words black on white, even worse
white on black look at this writ miserable and all stand

pronouncing

this is a lost man
who has lost his salt of the earth