ether

she used to see you in the lights, like a lotus in blossom, glittering, soft opossum dog hopeless in want, searching, skin like a queen, her silhouette hurts me though, under the glove of recent moons, the waxy glow and silk cut jaws, all smothered by her charcoal snow, if i could take this ghost into me, pulling inside tenderly, i could not, nighttime skin, glistening and remembers, but the beating bird inside its lonely iron cage forgot, so alone this nocturne goes, frail fluttering moments seeping out, drink them in, greedily as prose, by putrid, red wine stained stalls and cheap laughing candlelight, before they are out of the reach of lips, and tumbling sweetly into the close