All the world
Flooded in lavender
Lending even greater contrast
To the
Citrine lights before me
Casting sharp
Amber beams
Up deeply…
To the sky

Under the diffuse
Glare of cities distant
Mauve glows dilute
Resembling a dish
Of cast-off
Watercolour excess
Projected unto the
Zenith
From which the floods arrive

***

The light in my bathroom
Is beginning to burn out
Flicker, diffuse
Dimly through the
Room
If I take my fist
To it, a
Cardiac paddle
It will jump back to
Life
But I know, the
End is near
Cryptic as I am,
I must confess
I prefer this dissipating
Light
To the searing fluoresce
Of days gone
Rarely do I require
Blinding brightness,
As it does nothing but
Search the shadows
Of my face for
Secrets that shouldn’t
Be seen
Amplify my blemishes
In the glow
For scrutiny - the
Three degrees
Oh how, in that,
I covet to cower
Beneath the sink,
In protective shrouds,
Where the light is only
Faint
And Flickers.

***

Black nail polish,
A charcoal dress shirt in
Undulating waves
Who knows what else you’ve
Left behind?
As of yet hidden, waiting
For stability to spring,
When I’m least expecting
Your variety of ruin.
Following whatever sad
Surprises
Await me,
I’ll surely slink into
Oblivion
Recalling your eyes, their
Pastel sky,
Your mouth, the lingering
Scent of saliva on my
Skin
Embers smouldering in the core
Of your body
I was drawn to the heat,
The flame of it all, how you rendered
My lips raw and burning,
My lungs short of breath
But who needs oxygen at
Times like these?
So brief
Breathing again
Before you know it,
Craving slippage back
In time,
Craving touch renewed
Precious instants of silence,
Of movement, of
Clutching black-stained
Hands, intertwined in
Matching mine

***

The hands and lips and eyes
I’ve known
Brilliant as Rome,
Edging on sunset
In the blending pools,
Light and touch
Drop from memory
Like anchors.
Vessels, though, are
Doomed
That cling by shore to hopes of day
As dusk approaches in battle.
By darkness, losses can’t be
Counted, my empire
Torn from me
Within closed mouths, closed
Eyes, closed fists
Rome crumbling in night’s
Pressure unknown

***

Lovers’ quarrel
In the shadow of a tree
She carries food
But still they prod
Each other
With delicate,
Scolding touches
And while I look
Away
Amends are made, as
In the shadow of the same
Bough,
The spiders intertwine

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just beyond
where my arms can
reach
my eyes intake
a loss
once close within my
grasp
but time breeds
distance and space
...grants memory
wings and starlit
fervor
millions of miles
make no difference,
though traveled still
they are with trying
i foolishly search
the jagged, bleak
horizon for inspiration
and all it breeds
is disillusionment
taking me further
away
and out of reach
from whom i
perceived this
glinting dusk to be

***

he leaves me desolate
i haven't the words...
my breath is tortured
and escapist
seeking to flee my body
and nurtured pain
ebbing through it
in a dance
yet there is light
i hide
intake is distracted
by the movement
serene
that is now gone

***

why can i not allow
passion to cloud me?
for the trenches
to open
and swallow me
whole, into
all that is touch
and nothing before.
i wait for the invitation,
the beckoning call
what consumes
the darkness
in facets of life?
everything disappears
now, in this omnipotence

***

The gift of night,
making even
fragments of
memory surrounding
daybreak worthy,
deserving of all
the energy in hand
nothing was
feared greater
than the threat
of blindness at dusk
But it arrived,
benevolent
And gifts fell to
questions in the
dark unanswered
Is the moon waxing
or waning?
Will she ever know?
Only her touch, now,
shall greet the sun
tomorrow.

***