"Remains"


bringing you to me
on a skiff,
the delta hums with insects
while the equinox rises
over your shoulder-

unable to hide
promises already broken,
we stand barefoot on
the muddy shoreline
to be married in a dream-

bones of driftwood,
moreso ancient, lie close
to my carnelian thighs
as we wait impatiently
for the charred remains of night

that seem distant from
the moment at hand -
of your gypsy with
eyes of obsidian
and mother-of-pearl

yet now is the hour;
tremors shift the lapis sand
between us - a short distance.
hardly any distance at all.
only closeness really-

the ellipse of our eyes
begging for the blinding
whitewash of camellias-
of crinoline and bone,
to ambush the honeymoon

till you distance yourself from
the aging stigmata of the past-
when all will go drowsy,
and our consummation will
lay your servitude to rest