Interval
-
from the interval
breath escapes,
in swift pursuit, light.
a blank expanse folds into
itself in longing.
blanket your eyes.
they must learn to cry
in the disappointment
of light. too little, too much.
upon the cold pale sneer
of moonlight
raise your cheek,
drink the rain like cold beer,
dagger your stomach
like a half-blooded hangover.
faces decaled on colourless
acrylic. pinched, pallid.
these are shadows undiscarded
when you exit stage left.
tomorrow another coat
leaves the rack,
entwines itself around you.
supple as a lie,
warmer than desire.
in spite of its soft cheek
you plaster hope
on battle-scarred gravel,
each scrape wishing it would catch. -
Hmm... I will take a closer look at it tomorrow.
