Rest,

Close your eyes

And blow your breath

It’s at night 

that you prowl.

Tonight,

I’ll be the vulture. 

If you’ve seen me here before 

Your mind is blind

Just like your ears 

To the shrieks

Who am I to you?

A faceless figure 

Dressed only 

For your wandering hands

13 looks the same as 31

To a man of your renown 

Do you remember them?

Do you remember her?

So many little waves on your shores

Dispersing in the sand

Or just another flower

Buried by the gravel

At the lion’s gate,

I stand,

unbridled.

Sacrifice seeks a source so

I will my hands

To quiver 

As I pour more liquor.

You swallow.

I move away.

Soon I’ll fly

To the shadows.

I’m not a fool 

To attack

One twice the size of me,

But that’s the beauty of poison.

The great equalizer 

But you’re just my appetizer.

My dreams are athirst

Ink is my booze of choice.

I’ll swallow the bitterness of its gift

Then be raised to eternity.

Bird poop

Splattered

Everywhere 

“This isn’t ideal”

“It’s real”

“Grab my hand,

Watch for the vents”

“Let me catch my breath”

I look at you, 

brown dress fluttering with the wind

the scarf round your head 

sliding slowly to your neck

Pale pink

I reach to you,

The plastic round our wrists meet

The heat of my hand cools 

with the touch of yours

“After, we’ll do all the tours”

Masked expression 

Your head sways

Eyes away

Our ringed fingers lace

You say,

“Let’s dance”