Debts

I owe you a sunrise.

That morning,
the frost
crept across the dark tendril of road.
Cracked stone shattered and popped.

The sour bite of spent tire
spilled and rolled into the
field, crisp with blue shadows
thrown by a nascent glow.

Destiny and
Silence

A surreal fear
congealed across my heart.

Someday.

Occlusion

I welcomed her.
My breath a
ragged promise,
a stale, crooked smile.
Reluctance

Her visage
a blanket of onyx
thrown across the stars.
Occlusion

A dream bespoken
of a growling red.
A martyred thought…

Wellspring

Your glance, risen
Cast up towards my gaze.
An amber flame

Your soul
drawn from furtive streams
cold and forgotten
amongst rippled earth

Your countenance
carved by the sun,
the well of your soul
poured from the moon’s castings

A passing vision.

Seraphic

Outside of my door
and across the rolling fields
there is
a man
who
killed
an
eight
month
old
girl.

What scintillating rage,
cultured fury,
abandoned black grace
compels one to
quiet a nascent spark?

Her eyes,
now still.

Her gaze,
now black.

Her forward going,
now stopped.

The whisper of the wind
her advocate.
The stars,
her witness.

Pallid justice,
a meager comfort.

God is a Woman

Feign softly,
recursive splendor
for my heart’s timbre
clatters sullenly
absent such repose.

Gently, is her night.
A plush, velvet longing, cloaked in resplendent poise.
A chalice, cased darkly. A perfect architecture.
Beholden of nations, bearer of quiet, desirous ruin.

Reeling, is her draught,
ambergris replete upon a furtive shore.
Whispered, earthy sighs, murmuring anima,
stolen freely from an ancient, nectarous maw.

Take softly,
recursive splendor
for my heart’s timbre
clatters sullenly
absent such repose.