Grit and Velvet

He dances
with
storms
whirling in the wilds
of status
and
belonging

Gilded by the denote
of
texture
Grit and velvet romancing without tune;
the cadence
of
a
perilous persona

seductions;
chiselling depth
from perception
Faded mockery
forgive us, the test
of
logic

He menaced in the east
In the belly of the beast
Stopping solely
to glance
at
its  
crimson

Temptations
parading on the blade of a razor
Tiptoeing on the edge
of fault
of gratitude
You pleasured in the filth
of the underground
To never heed the reigns of coercion
To tempt fate for sutures
Luring you in to riddle your scars
tragedy
and
ecstasy
stitched up in the moments
that followed your fear

Permanence  
found on an empty lot
East 8th and Renfrew
discarded where the dandelions grow
Settling in
to where the earthen fingers
cling to your soul
to pull death
from
the bask of hours

O’ synthetic enrapture
Give him a reason for magic

Give us a season
for
tragic

Fragility
stayed in the grasses
that covered
your beauty
The sun shone upon your face
sealing your expression
Your last breath, masking the breeze
marking the stillness
upon
us

Earmarked in a moon song
many of nights
splayed
in the calm
collateral
malevolence
of unsorted malign