You hung your sorrow
to the open ways of tomorrow
under my desirable form
You were born
a delectable impatience
of reprimanded substance
as foreplay

I dared withdraw my veil
sustained the risk to be real
insatiable in fervour
I would die as dawn in harbour
where my fireflies dance
their wheel turning the improbable trance
for another day

You shimmered the facets of Eden
the message at the end
without irreparable confusion
you smiled at the anchored sun
incapable to ground
and hear the murmur of divine sound
as it lay

I hid my cloud of stars
in the mess under my empty jar
a masquerade I suffered
from your tangible echoes of absurd
your absence floundered
on the hip of my hunger
only to stay

You returned from sudden drifts
turning upside down my wits
mumbled an ugly word
your soft unequal mood a sword
I backed up to huddle
off an inevitable struggle
drained in dismay

My rhythm opened the door of your morning
Your carelessness flowed stained blood in my being
Our motion blows an imperfect wind
A breeze made of nothing

August 29th, 2007