YOUR LINES..

strewn across my bed ~

I could be trying to sleep
under a ceiling made of
bark, branch and leaf;
freedom vents
allowing the body to finally speak -
white and

slippery
curves
twisting
like a poppy
against your dark
mouth
and
cheek

'folie de doute'

red with arrows
the night pours forth
with mad glory!

1.

-Morning-


I am sitting at the window again
a paperback face
your mouth opens
to kiss


2.

angel feathers
spotted in the smoky drift
a cameo
in last night's dream

dancing to the acoustic version of Layla
like a cause
rising and falling

falling



3.

-postcard-
from your sweetness.
your, like, and is.
your,
completely alone