there
out of the blue
soft cuts like runs the rain
crawling
like a naked branch

we flinch in the window
starlight flood
waking in the clearing of
the storm

water falling like thoughts
rapid like breath
the heavy steps of heat in
the walls inching through
the pipes to the heater

samosa coffee in the cup
like warm dreams
the untested kisses
resting in breaths

the television is talking
to itself again
the flickering tube in
the cold bathroom waits
the mirror waiting

I saw you there
leaning in
your radiant hair
and that haunted brow

"We are hunted you know"

spoke to me in direct
with the infamous smirk
the card rising in the deck
Page of swords

our minds and hearts
are black and white
scrawled on a visiting
table in the jail that
leggo built

I remember you
the hair I spilled
rivers of gold

and the sequins like
pearls flashing

now its the pain
riding in the rusted
surf
the shell game

I look again
but you are gone
just the doorway
the radiator
the television
crying

"we are hunted"