quiet

the late swaddles me
confronts me with
inspired kisses
(a woman sings
because of who i am)
and i reel
my head in orbit
eccentric and volatile
decay in every
heart beat (there
will be no other troy)
the dance begins
unnatural postures
she would have me
no other way (for
you to burn) the woman’s
voice
sounds known
eaten
she laughs at me
pathetic wretch
so afraid to break things
in this pleated night
i lay wrapped
soul confiscated
evidence
pleading an empty fifth
my head rolls to the left
there
the book on the floor
the one i dare not touch
i feel the fire
the flame of reentry
the pull of all i know
these kisses
when the late
becomes thick