Circles to Sea

We walk in the cold night air. Naked.
Luminous dark , ass exposed. Public.

And I am not here, for her to awaken. I whisper.
I slip from the bed. Undetected.
I have turned
into dust. Seize the day that leaps from
the erotic night.
Hera's gift of sweet sleep.

And in Christmas spirit your "he's at home"
carefully hidden from the happy children.

Light plays stained glass penrose tiles upon your skin
from prayer flags that fly in your window.

And I left you
when the dawn was still dark

What of the stars.
What of songs.
What of the faces of women.

All I ever heard
was your ever expanding circle
like Rilke woke up alone with you
The circles that never seem to live up
to the ones inside your head.

Keep your eye on true north
even if I have to move your head for you.

It will guide you home, in fair wind
whether following sea
or storm

I remember your face
I remember you

And Joseph's face was black
And Paul walked beneath a gray sky.
And Silas turned on the radio

And Lather is thirty years old today

You were
You are
an early memory
a vaporwave rerun
of Donnie Darko Shadow

These chains forged
one by one
from my life.

They marked like stars in the southern hemisphere.
They have lit her eyes full of light.

link by link
yard by yard

Is its pattern strange to you?
We turn to each other
as we drive the one road
that encircles Iceland.

And watch it bend.
when it comes to a place of a Faerie.
and human voices wake us
from autoreverie

I heard there was a place
that was like a hot tub.
And you can swim in the sea.

I will remember you. Then.
Watching them rush by
like memories
that come to sea
to stay