Your flesh was a glass chorus
of cruel sirens
who with every touch
chafed the ribbons of my fingers raw.
In your blue eyes
I notched with a yellow feather
the number of our days
while a bird with broken wings
ate night’s stars
and out of deepening darkness
the cold blooded thief
that would find us
naked in the morning; disconsolate,
took haste with merciless cause
to the mansion of our oblivion
where curled in listless question marks
we dreamed
incalculable sums.
