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 beneat
