Death of a Spark

 
      Dark closet
escaping
muted
                  Laughter sounds


      shifting positions

silence of
      widening pupils


cold smoke
under
door
      cracks..


moonlight

                        gropes
for emptiness

            
morphing blue patterns
            his irises
meeting the

      dilation of mine

glimpsing

      hidden dimensions--

                  

            he is
stumbling
around the
      hypnotic language
of eyes,

touching
            the pain

      he feels
(with me)

            only in
iridescent haze


pulling into
                  one lung
      chemical high

won't last

            his graffitied mind

      (some girl
tried to repaint
            white)

      a
            tiny
bit
      emptier

            entangled
      or is that

mine.