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
modern night.

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,
less full,
as though his bones had jumped from his skin.