She is standing before me in
Some wretched sharp-boned pose. Dreams shift-
Ing light pierces translucent thin,
shrink-wrapped skin. Her glorious grin
Dispossessed by fraught, frightened eyes.
Now, with thoughts obsessions first
Caress, each part of me that dies
Sees another path; the less cursed.
Stumbling in my own dark, bleak cor-
Ridors I fiercely hunt in love’s slow,
Impotent style after hope or
Hope’s trailing, tragic shadow.