stitched into the fabrics of the moon
our love passes by like shooting stars
and like a needle to the sky
           so close to your heart
           that it pierces your soul

and into oblivion I lose you
            to the relativity of time
but alone into the night I walk
            no hands in hands
            not tonight

I want to see it all
through the brow heavy flicker of others
before we burn the whole house down

I want to see it all
             up in the lights;
before the lick of flames **ignites

biting down
on a gum lined jaw
a lash powdered scent;
a white floured gore
a bitter sugar
to mask the sour

of a never
     ending hour

Turning over soils
planting the new seeds
Starting life again
and pulling out the weeds

A shadowy figure
                 lives on the wall
glass shards shattered
I lay broken on the floor
               pinholes in cushions
and blood on the door
but as long as you’re here
              I’ll be crying for more