INTERLUDE

I

i am biding time

while city smog fills my lungs

throngs of wolves confine me

trucks rumble  inches from my face

and the hem of her skirt eludes me.

i wake to the symphony

of drilling below my window

hard hat weebles in orange

take turns blasting the earth

beneath my feet

while she sleeps in satin sheets.

white noise emanates in

the odor of Chinatown

roasted noosed ducks

adorn restaurant windows

as she dines in Little Italy

and sips Chianti

II

sifting through ashes

under souls’ day’s sun

shards of photographs

scattered and torn

like a jigsaw scene

whose pieces will

never assemble

flaunts its insouciance.

her ghost still haunts me

under endless cobalt skies

whose plangent winds

mimic the cathedral’s requiem.

her subtle mourning smile

creeps through this sepulchre

and seven crows are feasting.

III

buzzing street lamps

flood the moonless

august room

splashing shadows

beneath the clicking fan.

her hair cascades upon his face

like Turin’s shroud.

anointed bodies

confessing carnal sins

she draws him into

the sacred chamber.

her ecstasy he seeks

his flesh is burning beneath her

and a diamond grazes his throat.

IV

sunshine shrapnel ricochets off these walls

dispelling the darkness into daylight’s saturation.

i look outside myself

facades are diaphanous.

blind terror takes over me

as threads of truth

flash before me

like sulfur.

the nausea wells

there is no remedy

truth means death.

we all need lies.

i lie.

V

arid

barren

earth

sustains life

with plastic flora

disguising cracks

on trodden soil.

light is renounced

as it shrouds the land

lies run deep within the ground.

fragile

transparency

can’t be read

balance is kept

though the darkness

seeps through.

relent to reprieve

no need for punishment

bask in the light

if only for a moment.

the rest forgives

let it all nourish

no need for fear

there is no winter.

VI

brilliant viridian hearts

ungraced by the sun

shimmer in the darkness of day.

thorns abound amidst the fated path

wielding daggers to dissever

a consecrated union

no Law can rend.

taking flight like the thrush pursued

by feline talons protracted

vultures circle their prey unseen

and swoop their quarry unaware

preserving the glimmer of stargazers’ rays.

VII

the clock has been reset

it finally stopped blinking

ghost minutes are reappearing

twelve arises from the dead.

the clock on the wall no longer ticks

the batteries all ran out

like a stream in a drawn out draught

the fan desists its steady clicks.

the silence of the clock face

immortalizes the moment

we consummate the covenant

and the Universe blesses our embrace.

Time ensures eternal fulfillment

Destiny had aligned the stars in place.

Author's Note

excerpts from my book 'window pane'

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I think I stopped at - i lie....It was the ending for me as a reader. maybe I am overstepping but the rest seems like a different state of being. There was no more that I needed to know...that I was human, she was human, he was human and we are triangulated with out knowledge of the profound corruptions of our beings. There are points within that I wanna scream and kick and scratch at his eyes like an unruly child and others I want to bound and gag his sins...walking away like a seductress earning her title.There was one small ounce of pity for oblivion and one rage of jealous regret where I could walk up and say Hello! smiling gently and sit as I unfolded the massacre.Then walk away into the sun. RIVETING!!

[NotaBene]

Wow that is absolutely amazing, I don't think a better picture could be painted with a paint brush. Your words are captivating and you know how to turn a phrase. Keep up the awesome work!