boy scout knife
cuts knot of dignity
buried in thin soil
warming under a march sun
a first moth touched skin,
shiver to the marrow,
her anatomy before me to explore,
transparent eyes
cast shadows on high cheekbones,
i am not that sad memory
of your brothers eye
but a rare specimen,
no longer chain smoking
or drinking dark bourbon,
hair dyed blonde under
my fingers made me think of
sails on a 1655 vessel
cast onto an ocean
with crew of silent men,
your face i could borrow
and place as a mask
on that clock in the hall
the one that never expels
the right time only a false line
of narrative,
either my retina is damaged
or i am truly seeing you now,
guess how long you have been lying here,
mind let thought liquify
into a silenced reservoir ,
i made an oath before holding those hands
fingers more suited to beer bottle necks
than a piano’s gentle ivories,
grubs now crawl about us
fat juicy bodies leathery to touch,
a handful wriggling
over us so harrowing,
will we ever return to the bar
where we met or will it be just me,
your thigh humility’s myth
a touch would alert the sky
and rain would fall,
standing aside i look down,
i had possessed with my freak show nature
letting go would be hard,
i could not go further or police would question me,
whispers and a tiny breath
you are on your feet
in my embrace
lips still scarlet not turned blue,
back seat vinyl
tattered blouse and jeans,
a bad trip i explained
drugs have that effect
beguiled and confused
i lifted you back into a relevant world
of love and truth,
the electricity of this terrible road
had ended
into a city of one hundred years
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