Anton with nude Asian girl
The space left is neglected via
come-hither stares inside the Formica
Technicolor glow of cell phone to
cheek in the haunted semi-cologne of a
He is making love to a nude Asian girl
in the parlor where the shades are drawn
against the coming eclipse -
light is hungry for the face;
hungry to trace its lines on you -
conform itself to you, reform you in its image,
there is too much calamity in the curve
of my neck; too much unfinished uncertainty,
my blink is too slow, eyes gone for far too long.
He is narrow in the dark,
as though his bones had jumped from his skin.