#jihen

in hotel rooms narrating romances to motley of gods goddesses multitudes of

birds over market in kremenets

their sojourn a haze

a sign of excruciating sand

of grey tibetan refugees fresh with life but drab in fleeting tones sometimes

something falls through and

we can't fathom what

a brief karakoram for our disturbances much desired in this smog dusk

shapeless as a swarm rudimentary

without soiling the direction of

ourselves forever in flight forever fixated on that chromium bridge on which our

conversations lagged

enough proud soft stabs

in that instant i was

that you had searched for all along

with unfocused gaze and now i couldn't give shape to the shapes i observed grave

vaguely tormented while bismuth moths sheltered gleaming melodious eyelids

a taste of usual train decay

in dark salt being seamless

who mounted you—

in slanting control, hefty and sisyphean

and i was just throat then—

when you come again, again— we look for something that's not there, your hands—trace trains with ease,

ease known only to shamans who brought kings down—through carbon prophecies— they are jinns now—hidden in functionless art frames or

satiny mire staggering towards

sleeping clouds

or mesmerizing machines that lack

lyrical or conversant, quiet or stormy "being," we can confess— to satiating chaos merging into hours dilatory,

your spread of awnings in

that precarious spikenard embrace—

a piece of flesh,

plastic children in blank eyes,

mundane cooking, leech kiss,

work-from-home smog,

somnambulant mosquito;

i know your water is redolent of mating pines swaying violet with oblivion—

your hypersensitivity— maroon gift-wrapped nakedness— warps time "entire white hole organism" stiffly crumples bone-weary crescent shapes, which fail to hush lapis lazuli nightscape

but hunts alone—

mildly voracious breath-disguise devours

pieces of ghalib famished—

language diagrams your concealed lips with nothing behind them—

stardust hurts

your knees in autumnal supplication

in flight an agonist attempts

blue heaven in titanium vines— between our starry expanse unlimned

you repeat that sulfur agonist

is me and you murder—

during climax with refined

papercuts my dim convex self— then abandon it later you escort its

rhododendron boron traces up