lashes

the way you slide your hand down my arm
from bend to wrist and back again
pastel palm as intimate as an eyelash
on the brushed belly of my determined flesh
　
pushing through the infatuation,
the expectation, the intoxication
under all the cracking parody
you held me in a room.
　
as you moved over me, the waking dream
how your face can dull a jade cross
and you did  look at me
bleeding fingers on a frayed screen
　
dominant eye of yellows and blues
a lifeless cascade, the ground and
you - an exit with an antiphon
carries me to sleep with no dream
　
sunlight fixed the coming disaster
angels deaf from cymbal laughter
no memory of goodbye or why
we didn't run
　
we never saw the southwest sky
dying to the desert and each other
every time
the pale movement of your hips
pulling down my lie
a man whose portrait never dries
　
I hope I never called you a child.