repose

                              here's the silhouette, the face,      
                                                                                          always turned away. -elliott smith
　
"well, of course not"  hangs on a leaf
staring straight, rock and trees before him
the narcissus water rushing
giving visions
a distorted reflection
his beauty escapes him
I am resting in this shadowed profile
by his side, but only
a disembodied voice in his head.

raven caresses ear
spying half a smirk
the dent in his cheek
intentional jaw
shoulder framing trembling heart
vibrations intoxicating
stoic surface still
　
my death to behold
those forever morpheum eyes,
a starbright only youth can portray.
so I turn to the water,
a periphery divination sneaks
his look at me, a child gazing at the moon

twisting spine, neck to follow,
quick to seek his own smile
with whiplash lashes
lips gliding below closed lids
open palms on my breasts
kissing softer giving flesh

we breathe and leave
path of twigs under blurring feet
stealing attention
hands release
and the sligh-test glance falling
    caught is the hope
we will see each other again.