lost poetry

Center of my soul
Joined in the union of desire
Lost in the kiss, unwound in all directions
I revel in your loneliness
I revel in your missed road signs
Along the map we cannot read together
It is sweet, this darkness
That draws us together, slowly
Breaking apart into the abyss

The moon has shadowed me, like stillborn air
Along a country road, adrift in threads,
Behind a worn out wheel, the pedals bare,
As time leaves nothing here but cast off dead.
 
I share these words with clouds in wind-washed treads,
Where rock-strewn shores in riddled dreams belie
And time has spun in tight a spider’s web
Of figures etched in deep the dusk-drawn sky.
 
With this in mind I set aside my clothes,
Now freshly pressed for travels lost, to where
The door is shut and all my business goes—