My tongue now rolls
in hunger waves,
that break upon the salt
and sweat
and foaming flesh
of moon-drawn lust and longing.
Fearless minutes,
hours and ages,
spent upon your skin
and bursting through
the blood-filled cracks
of fire and Heaven.
Arrogant as marble,
as a monument,
all of me is caught in early light:
a commentary on the planes
and shadows slowly melting;
the turning breath of dew
on leaves;
the rippling moments
of the break of day.
And like a fountain rising,
like eagle smoke,
a memory of stars,
all of me becomes
a testament, now fading
to the edge of darkness.
All of me just dying
to be caught
inside [...]
The days,
like wooden bows of ships,
are lost against the silence
in between
the darkness and the sea.
And in the red-lined throats
of passing gulls
I seek the night
and hunt you down,
where dreams invade the silent forms of man.
I look for you,
like hungry fingers seek the clay -
like breath draws blood
from paper cuts
and restless shards of words.
The days,
like traitors to [...]