It burns me, the memory of that day –
Like a forgotten image
Jerked from behind my eyes.
From the window, we watched the night die.
The stars were iridescent raindrops on black glass.
And you looked at me with the mouth of solitude.
And I licked our sour blood from your lips –
Lips devoured before they were kissed,
Lips devoured with devotion.
And you built me a nest inside your heart –
A nest in which to guard my tears.
And I looked at you with the mouth of solitude.
And you avoided the eyes of dying me –
Like they were chips of glass from an accident
You wanted to pretend you did not see.
There was no room for worship
With the coming of morning.
And I had no gloves with which
To grip the treadless night.
With sanitary eyes,
We watched the sun rise
And wash the heavens in
Blood and mercury and iodine.
And at noon, alone,
A paradox without illusions,
I gulped the white sky of July
From my open window.
and on the air fine dust trembled
and on the window ledge the sparrows fought for crumbs
and in my stomach your fire burned blue
And at dusk, the light faltered,
Allowing one thousand darknesses.
But your light is unfaltering,World without end.