She used to see you in the lights
Like a lotus in blossom, glittering
Soft opossum dog hopeless in want
Searching, skin like a queen
Her silhouette hurts me though
Under the glove of recent moons
The waxy glow and silk cut jaws
All smothered by her charcoal snow
If I could take this ghost into me
Pulling inside tenderly, I could not
Nighttime skin, glistening and remembers
But the beating bird inside its lonely iron cage forgot
So alone this nocturne goes
Frail fluttering moments seeping out
Drink them in
Greedily as prose
By putrid, red wine stained stalls and cheap laughing candlelight
Before they are out of the reach of lips, and tumbling sweetly into the close