I am there in each rooms end
their branches picked apart,
and breathing violently.
I see the silence lingering
like warmth inside that last bit of light-
a body hanging onto the fetid floor,
head drained of its unmerciful vitriol
limp and shining.
I see her move through the foam
of heady waves,
her somnambulist eyes
She is lean and statuesque
a fine read.
Her body scans the bitter gray,
and wonders why it is so soft-
the sunrise swells and falls within her wishes.
There are fragments
lying like crystals in your palms.
You capture their pleasures of night,
and piece them together like mysteries-
all is severe now, but also blithe.
You are confined inside of the nothing,
an ariel object flushed in rising.
I am present at their beginning,
and remain after their loss has waned-
drifting like so many goodbyes
floating away in keen frustrations.
I notice the waving of hands
And the screaming of eyes.
Through our knees we try begging
Through our lies we try hiding
Through our eyes we try holding..
It slips away like reflections
under too bright of a day.
We are lifted out of the mires
breathtaking view and dance
and plot and play-
I stand held by time
and its ridiculous rules-
I leap to each heart,
kiss each mouth
straighten my back
inside of this impending gloom