Sweet spring-summer days of heat and cool-warm bliss in robin's egg
Turned to nights in smoky hazes
Grey-blue dreams of the unremembered, the reremembered
The echo of drum sounds drum sounds drum sounds
And I'm smothered, dead-dying on Hindu grass
And choking out psalms with breaths last and last and last
Waiting for prelude in periwinkle
Shocking electric blue-yellow sparks
And the teeth in your eyes, the bite in your glance
Drifting off to some dead-dying dusk rise painted cerulean
The same as you looked in the midnight window
The curvature of your angles hunched on haunches crackedshattered
Dripping the color of water turned wine
The dead-dying wildflower scent in late afternoon
When we contemplated the dying of the sun
Sculling on honey and your eyes
Vermillion in the naptha dead-dying darkness
Coming out fresh and pallid with a hint of aubergine
As if you were being poisoned by my breath
And weak sighs against your curves and angles
You never said it would end like this
Alone in the stars that were tears all along
In the fabric that bound us together
You said forever and you shouted it
So Andromeda could hear you dressed in navy
I was beautiful once you know
In dead-dying eyes and in the reflection in pools of morphine
On eggshell tile floors in empty fluorescent hallways
Lights glowing with the cancers of the soul
The dead-dying confessions in milky cornflower eyes
Turned toward incandescent stars choked with clarity
Reciting verses that tell of legionary beginnings
I loved you once in the dead-dying light
But coming-up, drowning-out light blinds me
In the closing door