wisteria and ivy,
clutching at the walls of
fraying garden, you tell me to keep a secret.
quiet birds tell me to
keep their secrets.
brass key sits beneath your tongue. do not wait
for the slide of the latch to
bang upon the door.
tell me your name so i can forget it again,
i will forget this again. we wear the scars of fools
like fine regalia,
oh we are so proud to be so ruddy-cheeked and wrong,
darling, i have forgotten your name,
dearest. the river-stones despise me because i am
muddy-footed and clumsy. looking for you,
in the rush of things. always.
stumble and bleed blue,
wounded ocean in the night:
in the catacombs of your body,
i am a dead man,
silver-pawed predator dragging me to shore;
night sky staring at me with
the heroes do not play their games
here, they do not unsheathe hilted swords for
blue moon awash in ocean tides,
a rushing of the feeling again and again -
color the world monochrome. i will not forget
which eyes are yours.