I welcome your leaving

catch me never

love has nothing to do with it 1

the soughing of these bones

sky person

transient flesh

magenta

her spoilt tongue. bruised lips. passionate frailty

wayward thoughts of shame 

waiting in flinch and sawdust 

the eraser of promise never absent 

listening to her dream 

united at the closing of fatality 

when the last domino falls 

the invitation- 

to remind her of loss and tragedy 

of the lover who died, the brother who died, the friend, the father 

mostly, forever young 

the grains of grief embedded in her knees from the many stumbles 

metamorphosis 

one cell at a time separated and became something else 

breathing above stricken hearts and broken souls 

particles move and climb, crossing the celestial equator 

bowing to the equinox 

illustrious lights sailing the atmosphere 

the vision of eternity

of mouth and flesh

Sweating sun 

scorches breath 

under the loom 

of a swelling cloud 

where wetness sizzles 

on cotton flesh 

   

eyes of red   

and violet hue 

cast the nail   

into her thigh 

plunges iron   

of passions will 

gripping thorns 

on rose torn cries 

   

echoes hunt   

mouth and skin 

pulled back from 

her heady call 

pushing down 

the scent she claims 

finding deep 

the ground below 

   

hands that hold her 

to the night 

now the burn 

has dropped from view 

shadows cast 

the dance they share 

across the bark 

of natures realm