Dallage

             

Hovelescense

             Behold
      broken windows
        toothless grin.

   Beams climb above
      crooked floors
   like fractured bone.
                           
                                      Death hails
                                      vigilant life
                                  with green blades
                                pricking floorboards.

 
       

Fall

Blue light
  eddies above,
soft, invoking.


         Ichor empties hearts,

                          making ground
                           we alight upon
                                  shine.


     Like a love's
       departure
 with close winged
         goodbye,

   
                             Angel take wing.


                      Austere skin pales wanting
                           warmth's velvet kiss       

Wake

            Gasp of sunlight strikes eyes

                   No leg to stand on,
                  but everyone walks
                          to drive

               Dawn,
short grass thirsts for light
          to accite dew



         As day shouts
  from more mouths than
          Meleagrides.

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Antipode

to Rabi


     The visitation,
a miraculous stillness
    flooding senses.
 
Vigilant tenderness
 summons the caress
    of an Angelus.
 
                                 Inspired flesh
                           exhales rousing musk
                               as mouths imbibe
                                   cola kisses.
       
         

The Breaks

 
A beautiful air is never content to bend blades of grass to breaking.
                      They give way, rhythmically,
                                   to the heart
           beating hooves that kick up cobblestones.

 Blades shine in the heart's vale.
           They are my own,
 Hard and sweet as cherries bit to the pit
               on the tongue.


Savor bit tongues.
Embrace crushed limbs.
Love choked breath.

       
            The shipwreck breaks beautiful on beholding eyes.