West to West Collection XVIII

Sleep revised the words you said

the bed hankered more in pretence

once again, you'd left me in my head

I waited patiently to write this instead.

She's redolent of her fair share

her eyes mention the tell bare

my dear roils the panic I fear

tray in hand I serve her ear

longing her perspiring near

debts of our skin prepared

all she owes riped in here

so I fit in the slice’s quiet

returning bites off read.

The depths of the mice

the rent of my bad eye

took the floor in flight

so I stood as this spy

backbone of a mind

but today, not mine.

Sharing baths made of words

the early math to solve for loss

led to zero when her eyes poured

her cornea words up an ocean floor

a forest I'd long believed, out unsung

and in the clarity as of a hum, I toured

when past choice, I kissed ephemerous

to remember in kindling again her picture.