(eyes open)
the rise and fall of silk
ivory lingers dangerously
close above your embedded absence
glowing (slowly) in milky mist
hiding with you in each new
morning
and your golden absence watched
my own rise and
fall (sunrise) in the
glittering light that tip-
toes to her subtle shadows
fall down to the cold (sunset)
crashing down again onto
rusted knees chafing with (against)
the blood-stained carpet.
(rise and fall) in empty bed sheets
darkened mornings going against
her glare
but you are still here
(in here) somewhere
and you want me to show you where it hurts.
-mm
