Lavender

I feel better here

Adoration

bare the soul

expose the heart

offer up the throat

in the kitchen after midnight

hands upon the table

bare feet upon the linoleum

the truth plays from an am/fm radio

on top of the refrigerator

I have grown ancient

but from within the song playing

you are always young

beautiful and perfect and unbroken,

I have dragged myself

through unbearably long days

the years have become a heavy snow

that bears down upon the creaking roof

regrets and aches in great drifts

hold the doors closed

and I have covered all the mirrors

so that your soul won't be trapped

here with my bitter heart,

In the light I am transparent

but in the darkness you are a dream

built from an ephemeral grace

that turns an everyday night

into a world shrouded by clouds

so that all we are belongs only to us

or so my patchwork hope whispers

using words that I only remember

I am the maker

Making of you

Infinite moonlight

Wrapped in the lust of my desires

Satyriasis molded in my creativity

Ardor folded to obey my commands

Only to satisfy my nymphomania

You my Prometheus dressed only in fire

You are made of

The absolutely indescribable

Words made up by a goddess

To satiate only the faithful

Followers of your written

Down going words of utter delight

The breaking ways you shake me

Shape me into your solid

Phallical fantasy of sustenance

Piller to a monument unclimbable

Consumed in the fate of

Your increasing achievement of sin

You make of me the taker

Of every magic you offer

Every gift of time to procreate

Every sip of your slowly

Correctly aged wine

The consumer of all your unholy

Parts you left out in the sun

I thought it would keep me awake

The conquering

Of vast and varied worlds

Your thoughts I invoke

When you wake

I take and retake of all and again

In a fervid fever my dream

Bare for this innuendo of

Consumption of total identity

This appetency involved in your yearning

Covetousness and pining thirstiness

You’re the walking erotomania I require

I take of you in lechery and every thought

As I invent new and interesting ways to admire

a requiem, a fever dream

sultry as this summer

sleeplessness paints the scene

thinking of you always thinking

about things that'll never be

destiny lost on you and me

the landslide built underneath

temperatures rising, no disguising

was only a matter of time

decades to years to final moments

so much love, I still can't hold it

I'll never get over losing you

a part of me . . . my spirit has died

every day another nightmare

so I've written this eulogy for you

a sweet poem for when I'm blue

☆☆☆☆☆

cemetery of laeken, brussels.