Stuck in softness, static, silent,
pyramid light reflects off white walls
keeps everything bound together
such a feeling unlike any other;
Bewildering peace like the resonant dead.
***
I dip my toe into the bank of memories
the water is still- implacable-
in its way, hard as the surface of a mirror,
reflecting back a vague blackness
as of the sky above.
I sink, falling slowly into endless, unfurling,
Death
as every moment yields to the present:
great antideluvian mammals rearing
through an abyssal blue
encapsulates my form like formaldehyde.
***
Today, I spent on your lips:
took hours to stare at those uncial petals,
soft, feather-curled and apple red;
relaying your peculiar beauty to memory.
Of course, could I not but say that this
was a measure of love? Obsessive, yes,
but how I miss those lips
now that even yesterday seems long forgotten- long ago.
***
Could I,
though you'd hardly know me,
feather languid love
into your heart,
would I,
stood at equidistance,
finish then
what I could not start?
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