Another day

Our arms and flesh were wrapped together

Two ribbons colourless and fluid

We tasted the dew and dark

Filling the emptiness in the other

Beyond the grave

Our eyes arrogant

Belying time with taste

Inside the innocence

Of an age connected with the end

Soliciting glossolalia

Face to willing face

Until we swept each other away

With a cry and a languor

Quite uncommon

In those wittingly

Independent

I wish we had slept

Until innocence returned

Instead we became the words

And memories

Or another day

Framing

I have beaten my own into

Formidable faraways

Seldom separating

The heart from the deep

I hold the head

Just so

Demand it sees

And solicits

The man in me

But I am sober and of estimate

Minuscule

Like a world within a world

A cardboard cutout

Sweet insanity

Where do you rest?

For to lie in your lap

Would be indeed

The night

Darkness is looming

Its monarchy

A wet dream

And a day

When all ends

Even god is distended

Deist ended

Beyond the tree

And lies in my arms

Like a pieta Jesus

Cold and forlorn

Without the madness

A tribute to death

Framed

Gentle

On gentle nights

I wade into you

Again

I sip at your mouth

Like a thirsty one

Who once did drink

I mourn silently

Lost, found

Found lost

I take hands

Willingly into

The heart of mine

Feel their containing

In soul

I seize eyes

Once wanting

Once being

All

And soon I am lost

In the only gentleness

I ever wanted to lose

My self in

Gentle one

I cry for you

Are my hearts desire

The only only

I know

Myth or Poetry

Abstraction

For tiredness to cease
The darkness must fallen be
Felled as bridges are before
The angry gods

Faith is in the absence
A remedy they say
To the depths
The empty ochre
Of celibate worship

I wrote of deep
And was it words
That swept away
The certainty

For all I am certain now
abstraction