complete

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?~Kahlil Gibran

lilies are a mask
the light fractures off objects
brighter than scars and empty crystal.
gritty visions, skipping frames
finally, everything seems real

your hair of a thousand browns
tangled and splayed across the sterile white sofa
I find that place on your chest
where my head fits just right
and I can smell death on your neck

your cold hands slide into mine
thin pink venom sneaking through your veins
a kiss for your last breath
a tug from soft dry lips
expiratory release
into me. complete.
stretched stuttered heat

cover the mirrors with draping cloth
cover my face with resignation
circling birds find their call
strangers applaud the wooden carriage in sun sick streets