Sunlight stews
foliage above woven
like hair
a Lover's Weave
encased in Silver
this sky is such
slick air a greasy
clamminess

Sitting on a picnic
table carving an
intricate runic design
thin bladed sting
Her leather boots
are expensive
Odd
curious and
that diamond
glittering
firing like a fountains
tiny bouquet

chase cut

mince no spells
taste no words
of bitterness
I sat a breadths
space distance
She took me in
without a remark
A long drivers coat
with leather belt
narrow shoes
of toffee leather
minus the stone
of weight
Atrociously pushed
No shelter
No Grotto of Undercroft
this fire bad blaze
consumed
loves flesh
we were a
torso
a crypt of a puppets
dance
where beat
the paltry song
what of it was
left
a sum

A branch ignites
into its movement
beastly trees
One of the voices
I know of her
Angry
petulant
sullen
bruised
Ive seen her
pounce
Its within me to
do all I can with
a resolve thats
clinging madly
so badly my
eye twitches
to corner her
yet not tame
nor shame her
And the words
she lent me
pawned too me
to Exhale too
the tinder ear
parched for
the softness
of its drink
is frozen
Breaking cold
rended as the
dark river
of tension
Riverbanks
She puts the
blade away
looks me
in the eye
with tears
brimming
genuine
"You were
supposed to
tell me not too
go too him...."

My hands on
the wheel
later...my ire
amidst the
confusion
"Luv Me"
a password
a callsign
to the room
at "the hamilton"

in a bureau
of time
a brocade
of September
color
bridges a
street
beneath which
our eyes meet
and no
words spoil
the tension
of a calm

...