Pulse

Sun fallen to its

Empty chair,

You speak.

Phases tempted to

Extinction,

Lunar pulse.

Going On

How we must go on,

Days honey dripped.

Spells dried to rain

Absolved.

A Name

The lovely eyes that survey time. Wanton in fortunes. Backed up smokes in restive chambers tempting expulsion.

Whilst to speak, lulled away to strange winds scraping against promising faces.

Sown jewels.

Just to live. Pleasured by mysterious veils blowing across light reversed rooms.

Filtered pulps settling. The clear light listening.

Imminent pools…

Streaks of woman illusion moving down rotted boulevards phasing out the stars that bind, used up links on a final revolution before blackened sands engulf a name.

Adorn

How fast flown,

Paper box moon,

Sleepless in his syntax,

Adorn me once more…