in the womb of night
hands massaging swollen
evidence of nature.
mastering the silence
emitted. looking over to shadow
your sleeping form.
forgiving this early
morning wall seperating
our greetings.
in one instant i
watched you wearing the bones
of ancestors; now their tears.
morning prayers. he,
my bulwark; stirs lightly...
the moment when all is well.
grew weary of your terra cotta
excuses; to much ebris
to clean when they hit the floor.
amid this metropolitan
jungle; bodies move yet
lonliness walks.
his old fedora on
the floor; half eaten sighs where
we lie entangled.
Rab Utana peforming
funery rites
mumified evenings.
late afternoon sun
obscuring my face; printing
that moment in light.
green grass and cloudless
skies the fundaments
of good days.
toxicology report:
he blew his salient dna into
my paper thin veins.
the rigid discilpline
of progressing against the
force of day.
stradivarius strummed day
with the promise of hearing
viola toned evenings.
feet making no noise
along the carpet of silence.
tonight's mood: reflective.
made me be honest
about my feelings...wearing them
along my shoulders.
when no one and
nothing can make me
sever me.
long laps in my mind; running toward tomorrow.
in bondage to your thighs; fettered by your whisperd love-emissions.
kitten mewing husband seated near the fence evening bows to dusk.
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