Pale, the circumstance cowers in the unperformed –

tasting, without pretence, nor confirmation,

whispering greatly,

opal veils of smoke –

tides, sweet, a constant

pain.

 

A pearl forms, a melting star  -

of curving universe locks,

 

born on the ever looping sail –

never held,  a well climb

or a fall –

the wounded cry given to the cliffs.

 

Therein swells a pebble cooing

in the ripples of

an iris,

wet with heaven

 

and swift with hurt - thunder

strip of feathers here,

you cover me, you cover me,

 

the nothing death, forever rocking -

 a wail wintered on the sea.

 

Stroke, part –

starve once more,

too much unkissed  -

 

her wounds, your fingers,

soft and white

repent.