I just need to close my eyes,
Hug myself,  dance for the song in my mind
The song once you sang on that long drive,
My steps halting,  as you stepped to my side...

We moved together like breeze; effortless,
We moved together like blaze untamed,
We held each other,  like insane,
No strain or stir,  pure music in our steps...

A cloud burst, unearthing us,
Carrying us to an undisclosed haven,
Your breath on my hair, the warmth I felt...
Our breath in sync,  we swayed and held.

Was that a dawn or dusk, when we met?
Was it shining or dowdy as we were swept?
Not a drop of water or a grain of food we took,
Our bodies paralysed,  yet we stood...

Time elapsed,  a day? a month? Or a year?
In a trance we stood by each other.
The earth sped,  we moved together
Faster; yet slower than ever...

With dusk on your eyes,
dust on your heart.
in the forever unreachable horizon,
In your shabby suit.
full of your worn body,
you let a sigh  loose.
Exhaling  invisible cartwheels of air,
as the desert stretches
out and onward.
Feels as if the sun is ready to swallow
you whole.
grey fine hears spit sweat beads,
on the run to the ground.
where the dust devils dance and die.
In a purgatory of sand.

Altogether, the night we wove
a trickled treasure, tangled:
skirted legs spilling out from
the teacup of a denim lap,
validation in the vacuum cove.

- Dusty Nikes before the dusk,
who art in heaven, my god
he thrusts.

- Why'd your mother
let you talk that way:
You smoke cliche cigarettes
in such an unfamiliar way.

- The hanger left welts, weeping
into post-relevance landline love,
body lay like the hands on the clock,
copper landmarks seeping.

What a feeling, ever so same.
Arched eyebrows, a trademarked shame:
like a fighter, like ****** oozing.
Like a functional inability,
divine in its losing.

Dusk has fallen,
And the day is done
The sky is receding,
For the night has just begun

Dusk is busy with her daily bit of frenzied painting,
in the western horizon messed up by dark, fat, nimbus
with an intense wish to make it look strikingly different,
from that was in display yesterday and the day before.
The colors appear in fluorescent flashes and in the next
instance changed in to mixes of more  ruddier hues
suggesting a separation, an invasion of black  night long.

The beating blue waves of sea are all red with empathy
and the sun is pleased to come down for an ablution
in a sudden change of mind, swims to self immolation.

from the windows, a mottled sky,
pink & blue, wraps across the western
hills of the valley. tararuas draped in
clustering dark white fogthrow, and
my heart ticks down hours, a handful
of round dozens, not even that.

the streetlamps flicker up,
a little glistening roll of sparks,
sweet, all at once, and
coat riverstone and the valley
floor and, of course,
tugs at strings. but i haven't
said anythin', just yet.

as typical,
will just disappear; as a
daydream evaporates,
come autumn.

though I know it's not right
but the way his skin caresses mine
and his gentle smile is very warm
the same feeling I get
when I prepare myself to dream
about the universe and its sunset
and I drawn my curtain
as the night falls upon me
like I fall for him
cause the way his skin caresses mine
and his gentle smile is very warm
like the shimmer light before dusk

Nothing left
Just empty words
I promised I would beat the curve

Don't know you
You don't know me
That's the life I aim to keep

Take a seat or take a walk
Anything but stand and gawk

Don't know me, that's what I said
Can't fathom what's all in this head

Dusk has broken
Sleepless nights
Nights filled with internal fights

Demons ain't the issue here
The issues me, I'm what I fear

Just like you, I don't know me
Stuck in a body that ain't me

Reflections lying to my face
Scared in life I won't keep pace