Eating alone March 17, 2008

 

The evening is shallow

not beyond knee-deep we venture

stars deep in your eyes, old diamonds

savage conversation over dinner.

The evening moves slow.

Dinner laid out on the table

draws us together.

Our thin shadows swing.

A fly buzzing miserable draws us in.

The rain quiets down everything.

Conversation keeps the light away

where I sit to dine this evening.

A girl coos to her friend

citing the invisible rain.

The flippant fingers of love grip my head.

The rain quiets down everything.

I place a muffled order.

The hostess, an old bat

brings my food.

Her wings unfurl as she

goes to her corner.

The rain has made her forbidding

Love up and down the pillar of your throat

such blue ink indent

parching voice demon-drown along

the pure marble of your high colors.

In old dreams, suffering from strange thoughts.