Poem -

MY LOVERS ANCIENT IN A BORROWED SUICIDE

BOTTLES IN BROKEN SILENCE

Wake up in your dreaming
move upon the floor
make room for the splinters and me
traces of falling stars
drawing outlines
bottles so empty in my mind
touching the fading skin
searching amongst the orchids
for your lips
bleeding against time
climbing into your eyes

you seem to be rushed tonight
what meeting can you hide
fate lines up behind
so you left me faraway
another dimension
another unwelcome stay
that bottle we passed
that song we drowned
fingertip on fingertip
pulling me deep inside
loves that awkward place to die
forgotten when I am walking
on riverbeds and sighs
never forgotten even if the sky goes blind

now secret guarded paths
weave another web
trailing trials of wicked grass
unmarked mounds
bleach in sign
underneath the bottle I find

Hell was your breath
last in counted step
dark the crow
which hangs from gods crime

And this thing me
scared  lost died