every sense devoured, released and distant
now, her colours wash in moonlight
jasmine scents the way around her garden
while the city haunts, desperate
for another round of take-away bravado
in the sleek of night it seems
she might be silvered smoke – rising
silence
the kind i listen to
seems more real
than words
i cannot understand,
intensifies
a car door slam, voices
toning reprimand,
engine guns
a noise of thought
buzzing tired eyelids;
after a storm
cobweb cradles diamond
gently
anyway
let’s meet in the lace drift
of a clouded moon,
scatter pentagrams like feathers,
watch them flutter land;
240,000 miles trounce a mere
jaunt of 10,000
thoughts floating your way,
can we time them
and still count star circles?
do you smoke?
silent nod frees alley tears
black shivers
blur the edge of every freckle
titian beauty’s
dropped her streetwise guard
for timeless injury
don’t lose yourself any more
than he has
