In the nape of gallows dreams
hung is the vision of you
dancing naked in front of me
Tango tremble, my rough hands
trace dance floors across skin discotheque.
Lip-sync your poetry into the night’s vase
my fist will bloom your portrait to lie next to me
Your stanzas steal breath from midnight
mantra of two spines erect as bookshelves
and the distant novellas between them
Sky furniture will always fall
into the sea as nesting sonnets,
the price writers pay
for leaving their souls
in tangled bed sheets
On soul car roads, brakes may fail,
tell Gods of acceleration
I will not pray for safety
In litany of silent libraries
burn me in prologue passion,
to look into your eyes and rise above you
If seduction was message-in-bottles
would you seek my verb
smashed on your shore?
