Moth to light and twisting night, burning bright the greying blight,
culture through your curtained sight in realms of smoke and riddled white.
To grasp, hold firm yet fall so weak; my eyes for luscious truth not seek,
your breath that curled through naked sleep has sliced my atmosphere and teeth.
The sweat that lingers, lines the napes of bitten necks and bruises, scrapes
But heat that enters exits well, for love that hurts is hard to sell.
I gazed upon your eigengrau, curves that haze in blackness now,
the light that shines from bloodshot rods but gospel from a thoughtless god.
In haze of voices, hazing choices, swimming white and dust in places,
blots of ink and termite sheets, your lip’s imprints on burning cheeks
Moats of screams and fading dreams do grave the head that stormy seems
Yellowed light and morning night, laugh away the stalactites
And I who watch you rise and fall, your touch against my breathless gall,
watch you gasp through measured cold, for wind that moves to touch is bold
Your love to me is smoke in teeth, the heart that beats in burning heath,
half of flesh and half of steel, without their bodies left to heal
I set upon the earth such fire, call me love call me a liar,
words will change and words devour, the bitter ash of raining pyre
I walk, darling I never stay, the colored dark I keep at bay
in shadows of your arching spine, the smoke that lingers stinks sublime
Don’t fall for me, I shan’t remain, your form reposed shall wake in pain
alone and shielded by the light,
in fading smoke,
in riddled white.