soggy trail..
along a
dried up stream,
steers us deeper
into foggy
green
where the undead
used to
tread.
shadow play
a rust moon taints
the stars..
shooting across
our eyes,
flakes cascade
from sky,
settling upon
tongues-
too acrid for
some.
i feel you
closer,
when we sing
together,
yet,
too often
we hum the same
lonely tune
in different
rooms.
the shape of true
beauty in
skin–
the rest of you stays
hidden,
and though i breathe
love through
each cell,
not sure you
hear
me
purr
like kittens.
eased you down
in satin,
drape me in ruby
ribbons,
sunk into plushest
cushions
and never broke
our kiss.
each key on
her piano
holds mystery
waiting to be played
and i’m pleased
to sit and
listen,
in surrender to
the game.
i lit a match to
see you
better
under
moonlight,
you turned
away
as if the flash
was too
bright–
as though i
blinded
night.
fallen angel,
i don’t scorn
you
for wanting more than
what was
yours-
for trudging down
those stairs,
but am concerned
now that it’s
changed
your
loyalty
to playing fair.
to look back,
i’d catch but traces
of faces fading
to these
eyes,
forward i see
the next
step,
to a less than
easy climb.
i’m woken..
while
she’s sleeping-
thus unknowing of
my fears,
love turns over
to see me
staring,
and starts snoring
in my ear.
hands in the garden 
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