Luna sustains

small curls of smoke rise above the ridge of cheekbone

and nose with its narrow bridge

another night spent in circles but alone

we don’t know what we reach for

 

blackness slips in the vs of fingers

time falls like water

we push away what we later need

like stray hairs blown in our eyes

 

if we could save the now we wasted

it would be like the sun and moon

set in the sky at once

everything shining and visible

 

one time I saw a face to be with

set in a part of my arc

kept its shadows and looked at its white

it melted and dropped away

 

all the dark of the hollow bleeds

its grey into me and my time

we try and feed the needs

we have with molten rays of sun

friends (this is our friendship)

she sees only her reflection

in the looking glass

I am on the other side

fingers pressed

desolate in the translucent

through-world

many walk up

peer in and touch their lips

I am in a shadow just beyond sight

but I touch my lips in accord

to feel I am on the real side

I want to reach through and shake

her to waking

but to wake her is freedom

and the only sound to break the spell

is the shatter of what lies between us

"Jesus wept"

in the dark velvet

lights out faces

flickering on the screen

I saw his slender lashes

like bent stems of

notes of music

the soft curve of white skin

covering in peace

 

it reached in and pulled

them down from my own

foreign because the scene was not mournful

and they kept falling

as I moved up and out

in the blue and light

I explained  them away

telling her he looked like love

the opposite of what is real

I am breaking like dead leaves

when her arm arches up

shatter me slowly

witness the slow passage of a death

linked to nothing

my hands arc to no connection

and my right temple feels

pressed with a hematite stone

against something unyielding

I cannot control the stillness in my fingers

when her shoulders breathe

kill me faster

watch the reeling movement pass me over

selling souls

my possessions are lost to the highest bidder

and reality frays and chafes my wrists

rubbing to remind me it does not change

into anything I need