We found comfort in His hand
Solace in His song
a small one-note
the final note...
We found Joy in His dance
Rhythm in His stillness
a quaint quiet
a final peace...
We found Happiness attended
Balance in His whisper
a small movement
a final step...
We, who were once of mud
And breath
And need
Are freed
From those confines
From that war...
The Hero Peris saved us
By His sword
Swift
A final kiss.

Shimmering in your tomb dust
Unknown bride
Did you play
This wax and copper harp
Only for these clay attendees?
Did you love?
Does this new bright day offend thee?
Simmering in the old earth
With Regal Demise
Did you dance, once,
Just once?
Perhaps your heart is not jarred and coffined here,
But in the eye of some boy.
Did you love?
Is your antiquity for nothing?
Slumbering in the age of pages lost
To this tired, blind reader,
I wonder...
Were I to kiss your shrunken hand
Would you awaken?
Would you play again
That wax and copper harp?
Would you love?

Fragile and ****
Cold
Dark
Speed in between

Crystallized blue flame
Hard
Sharp
Mirror-shard dance

Beyond my eye-hand
Deep
Reach
Summer night dalliance.

She reads your soul like a well worn novel.
She knows the bitter iffy ending.
Yet still she turns your pages
With dear excitement.
This is true love.

Front door mewling,
Bloodied fur,
Beat to hell
But yet you purr.
Scraped and torn
You look a-fright!
"Need a drink!
****! What a night!"

Off the stove!
(that ****** cat.)
No! No! No! No!
(Not in my hat...!)
Your litter box
Is over there.
(But he just smiles.
  He doesn't care.
  My cat scats
  Cat ****
  Anywhere.)