The lady in the stairwell
She speaks to me in rhyme,
I climbed each step towards her
Alas, she's lost elsewhere in time
She's drawn about the mirror
The glass exposes her affairs,
Shining fixtures draw me nearer
To soft locks spilling down her stairs.
And I'd have spoken sooner,
Had the lady, universe
Sooner touched my naked thigh,
Had she not but stole my sighing words.
Yet the waters so receding
And the night, lo, tis deceiving
I can't place faith in the evening
It's got me fearful by mine own verbs
When I've fallen into heat, and bleating
And my resonating pulse is fleeting
The steps to her ever repeating...
And I'll get just what I deserve.
I am seething.
I am leaving.
And the babe cries on the airplane
The femmes brandish their rights.
And a stewardess smiles wryly
As she dims the cabin lights.
Now I barely taste that ellipsis
The deep night, she never sleeps
The sun shies into slumber
For every humble star that weeps.
-mmd. 2015.