Love Solstice

 

 

After her smile fades

a bee sleeps in my mouth.

The sunset has no teeth.

Lips are frozen;

a window thick with frost,

all night, the cold finds lost needles.

Widower in the wind,

horny fleas construct their brothel  

on the wing of a flightless dove.

 

Breathing is a fierce storm

when the sky is full

of wet eyelids,

the language of torn dead leaves,

like the scurry of mice

around the feet

of a cold weathered monument.

Her loss is a suffering

that will never be carved

on the subterranean stone.

 

In the absence of flowers,

a bewildered man,

even the fault line shake

of morning wake

does nothing but loosen

the frail balance of growth.

A single seed,

endosperm cap weakened

to permit radicle emergence,

drowns in a rush

of Spring rain,

never to root in soil;

the echo of sad voice

despoiled by time and tears.

 

Waving at my shadow

on concrete,

a gaunt gray man,

lacking contour waves back.

That lonely walking dove

one eyes the sun

seeking nothing but warmth,

a voice, a seed to split.

We are blinded,

unable to find the threshold,

her name,

only a memory on my mouth.

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