Powderpuff

Leaves of Powderpuff,
Grey-yellow, steel-cotton,
Dissolve into soft blue.
As a sliver of a silver coin
Slyly slips  into view.

She rises,
Fingering though the crows
That are curling along  the corner,
How  she loathes these talons of the night.

They end at gliding ringed cornea
That is glistening
Tracing a wet undressed soft red vein
 which
-when pressed hard-
blurs light into a refraction,
From the sweet soft kisses
Of the dear departed sun.

Here  Swallows
On their final run

Fall

Into a dark  constellation

Bringing the gentle patter of a God’s  feet heaven-ward
Then beyond: as a memorial.
Or –perhaps- a testimonial,
Upon this slow sleeping sky.

Then  the pattern
-like  words-
Slips, disperses, then dissolves
Into a dislocated memory .

Names.

Places.

People.

Beautiful people
That are almost known;
Met, kissed then fought for;
Are desperately remembered
For a single graspable moment;
Only  to be forever lost,
On trembling  -murmured- lips
That echo a  final ruptured mumble.

And this shirt is bloody torn.
Its rent from questions unasked
Because their meaning

Has faded into night.

© ADH 2015