surrounded by
her movements
her twisted body boneless
eyelids beat
burning
iris
the lathe of wings
the silent
darkness of sleep
again and again
longing
dusk and dew follows with grace
the fine-boned skull
and flesh-warmed tongue
white flash
a snowflake
pale kindling flushed heart
dark-blooded mists
of hanging light
there are ghosts after music
tomb
black silence beyond sleep
websoft the opening body
it slips
and falls away
to a shimmering breath
pure
sunlight
her hand and silence
offers torn leaves
of white light
opening mouths
in the raw spring
naked
the voice
walks the corridor
in a dark coil of hair
the grave
of her empty house
withdrawn
passage on her belly her suffering eyes
broken symphony of breath
soft fillet
the hair of graves
and polished stones
her body flowers silence
flooded grey vapour
voice echoing
spread my passing
I kissed the other
against himself
fallen beyond cold stars
coils of sucking lips
veins burn
a flame sliding space