He told of how he'd found her when
a comet streaked by overhead.
While later, people asked where she had gone.
Listing distantly, replied,
with heaven drifting from his eyes:
She's with me now, a patch of blue,
trusting where she takes me to
from a world not meant for us.
I'm by her side, and on the run.
We stop and rest when evening comes
to love her 'neath the stars
when day is done; my feral one.
And when the comet comes, she'll leave
that day, and here I'll lay
where I'll love her 'neath the stars
when day is done; my feral one.
The ebb of evening wrapped in its midnight
was a friend, even in my crib,
but a night light near the floor cast forth
shadows stretching across to the door,
cracked open, hiding the stranger I never saw,
but heard its raspy breath,
for it's the little ones who cannot name it, but
their minds fit in between,
between the ribs where I sat, crouched looking
out watching. waiting, and knowing.
The time of day is dark,
darkness of myself within,
wearing the smell
of you still, and the sound
of tidal breathing in my ears
Tapered strokes ghosting
down my arms, toward open palms
that wait for the
return of your night, its touch,
through an afternoon passing
This is how you loved me. . .
seeing you in profile,
a crescent moon
with hills and valleys
of your landscape,
eternal night, and the sight,
tableau of eruptions
that covered me,
the whisperings of silence
from silhouetted ice trails. . .
but I can't say how,
one day, you did
while
never seeing the dark side,
and plunder from the Oort cloud;
its tapestry
changed beyond mem'ry,
this is the way you left me. . .
but I can't say how,
one day, you did
while
seeing you in profile,
a crescent moon
with hills and valleys
of your landscape,
this is how you loved me.
Faith is both an honor and a curse
As your hand rests upon my ethos,
Mouthing of silent devotions first,
Supplicant in your fever's Eros.
To summon the balance of portent
From scarab oracles' age'd stay,
That has you bargain for a life's rent
Of always, only just one more day__
For an urn of emblazoned frescoes,
With processions of bulls, and of maids,
Filled e'er white with ashes bright as bone;
Earnest to the marrow, it ne'er fades.
Lying across the expanse of
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight
that slips past the sun king while
happiness from yesterday's warmth
seeps into my spine
making me believe for a while
that all of me is whole again
as I once was.
To feel the sand churn
between fingers and toes
each time the tide comes in,
lying across the expanse of
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight.
私のキラーの自殺
Watashi no kirā no jisatsu
The touch of your sword's curve is sweet,
How willing, I, as it pervades.
The metal cuts through dark and sweeps
With the cold its keening invades.
Full rending with each fluent stroke,
Diaphanous silk's white tempest.
In swirling vortex palest cloak,
Floating tachi shadow's clearest.
When at last the time comes untold
Will your sword lay alongside mine,
At the last when peace should enfold,
Will you join and lay yourself there,
Or, broken, will betray us, as
Century wind lays our bones bare.