.
In a cobalt mood, your eyes—
Colour me in graves and dust,
The scent of your hair a lofty drug,
I gave you my hand in the lost woods,
But could not find yours, your breaths
Exhale as I suffocate in a room without
Doors, without walls. When will this day
Only begin, when comes dear, frail light
We see, knowingly but in pieces?
I once heard you whisper my name
And woke from a dream of true days
Imagined. A shadow etched my form
Out of delusions and wants in a wrapped
Under night. I once tasted your calling lips
And died in cauldrons, ocean climes of thirst,
Swimming to the moon in your milky eyes
And mostly all the flighty stars watched
As I crashed into the barren, sodden earth.
And my body, born— fell like black trees,
After a vast, vale of forest blazed in flames.