Traces II
7
cello shade brushed
through the soft grey fingers of dawn
woke to the roll of pebbles
out there
chest against chest you two struggling
to wring life from matter like
water from a soaked napkin
wrapped again
within sea-soiled dreams
missing your smell
8
drove to town in the glow of sunset
parked nowhere or so
copper liquid splashed on
whatever lay around
filled
lingered
glass-scaled blocks of life burnt
whatever awareness remained
inside
9
reedy industry-scored steppe
scrawled hastily
sprawled to extinction
still
litter
I had left a pebble within the folds of my pocket
clasped it the sun singed brassed dank forehead
blank bleached wild
erness
love
sped to you
across aeons of wasted space
10
the bow beamed
luminous pathways into your smile
the waves' bottle-glassed frown grew
lesser
shreds of sound
ravelled anew clothed you in
fabulous rags
meshed
I tripped a willing captive
flung across the marine depths of your bonds
11
like a handful of fine sifted sand
cast on a drum
smooth glowing graze
while
slightly tarnished gold
trumpet chords along the pier
no haste
brown rough-stoned office blocks
bass over the waterside
heat
setting
shall be driving home soon
12
drop me a line
isn't it high time we
weighed anchor
the tide is out
come on or else
I will sail for a mermaid dream
alone
droplets of watered blue paint scraped
on a wide faded cream canvas
the splayed pathetic presence
of the things we never did
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