the taste of dagger
dipped in
wine-
dusk’s forked tongue
slithers
up
my spine.
coloursofthesoul
amidst involuntary
trance,
a mist shimmers in
my sightline-
eyelids wax
sealed-
collapsing space taking
shape as
clouds,
cheeks of charmful
children-
purplish and
plump
peer through
veil-
giggling arcane
replies
to questions not
yet posed.
unmasking symptoms of
social sickness
despite the risk to
my pride
if only to keep the wick lit
behind these
eyes.
looking forward to our
next first
kiss
i step backwards
off same
cliff.
i admire that your heart
shimmers
when there’s
rain,
but resent the way
i dismiss
pain.
at least we’ll know what
masks were
for
should we uncover
little more,
fate drag us where
we’re safe
alone
not so unlike
before,
and when last gasp past
snakes up
behind
us
deadbolt the
door.
i’m still beholden
to you,
beloved bearded
muse-
i’ve grown defenseless
to refuse,
traces of our darkest
rouge
taint boudoir
pane
each time we play
to lose.
boredom blow
my way
on
another bummer
summer
eve’s
saggy string of
stars,
freezer door
ajar,
rusty faucet sputters
steam
a
smirk that curdles
cream.
stumbled striving for
steady-
reflection shattered, shards
gathered..
my bones for
better
or worse reverse
the curse.
the further time
fades
out
of touch,
i confess to knowing
little about
much.
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