i.nights

night sucks wax from the vigil flame 
and the timely moon hangs - a broken 
prop with conscripted stars; 
for you the supple wind 
blazes a protest incidented 
with skirmishes of waiting roses;

i fix pearls to your purple
dreams, footprints, dresses protected 
like endangered artifacts;

kiss the wind dearest, kiss 
the wind, draw my anxious lips 
like withering greens waiting 
for the touch of rain; 
feel the soulful beat darling, 
feel the drum in my hoping heart 
beating in frenzy, in tune 
with the tremulous tracking 
of the night sopranos 

ii.days

day blows the fibrous flame of desire; 
the sun hides, a silent porter
to my bloated loneliness; 
cold seizes my breath, thick and heavy 
as coroner's crane; 
cold lashes with stripes of ice 
dismisses the virile sun in blind boubou,
coverlets of the mocking sky; 
your absence blinds the day
in search of sustaining songs,
your absence blackens the sky 
void of directing light
your absence stills 
and arrests the wind, 
blank with broken bands
of the fallen day