Moirai

The stars deliver the news of night's
          arrival.  Elpis
                           sinks
and ice, intent to trap,
weeping, swiftly throws herself upon the creek.  A murderous plot, killing ripples.
    It hurts.  I tried
            to touch
you but you veered - a tangent
maneuver, or so I thought.
                           The part may have been mine.  In this face,
                                                                I'm thinking of the curve of
you against me again.  The way
you might write an account
             this way of warmth.  I don't want to
                                  retrace the line, return to point.  Just in this aftercourse,
make love in collision and thwart
                                     the truth of these moments. Trust less an issue, anymore
                                                          Surround me with sadness-it's more real.  Eye me into flesh.  Strewn
                                                                                                sheets consume
                                                                                                                  me,throw off grief.  It's human.  Scour later.
           A flame to heat, get drunk from, brood beneath.
                  My tears are useless here.  The pop of a secret knowing soul sky
                         emits the rumor of rain and before you see it,
                              torrents melt the cover and I'll float.


The Sunday Whirl