Another day
Into an another end
Something more
Than the courteous death
Like in a flowering sun
That breaks the slowing light
Into another finality
I see the forgetting face
Of hers,
Not known her ever before
As if not letting me
Kiss the corpses of darkness
Of an another day same as
The pugmarks in another moon
As the colours of silence
Knightly deface her olden death
More than the breathless soul
Of my half-way aloneness as always
Through the consonance
Of another day into another finality.
The other day
I saw her own death, with me
Rising and uprising
Like a mannequin in a harem
Of my lockjaw warmth
Of glassy orgasm, a voodoo feeling
Of body and soul together
In longing lapses just like that
Of slowing moments
For another day like some other day
Into a dew melting pot
To leave behind the pugmarks
Of another high noon
In my halfway loneliness
Even so together with her.