Death trips through the garden
a dark love poem
Slow motion morning
a woman, beating slow tracks
in beauty with leaves
touching feet
a dew-damp caress and then she glides
as the summer sings
optical promises
her last good-byes
cast in cold calculus
bright penetration
skeletal fingers stroke her hair
light platinum trim of clouds
slips a death mask on
silhouettes with sun behind
sweet refraining kisses
all at once, they meld
reinventing each step
another aesthetic muse
is born with sight, involuntarily
as she dances into the sun
her pretty grin resplendent
as her bones click and grind
soaked with warmth and allure
I step into her tracks
a bird fluttering in my chest
my fingers molest
the knife in my pocket
as I silently pick my way through the shrubbery.
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