That Charcoaled Veil Of The Night

Quietly on your front porch.
We’ve been tracking the march
Of the moon across this night sky,
How late it has become tonight.

Closer sitting.
You whisper your thougts to, and
I release my wishes to, allof those
Glittering stars up above.
How unfathomably far away they are.

Closely sitting.
That charcoaled veil of the night
And its scattred lights,
Outlining the pattern of sparkles
in your eyes, unrivalved.

You stare a little longer.
I lean in a little closer;
As the moon reaches its height
So must you go in for this night.
And your farewell to me tonight, oh.
In expressible – your lips meet mine.

Originally written
5 February 2004


I fashioned a dagger from
The hands of my debauchery
And stuck myself with it.
Blood flowing free
I could not see.
Affairs in my inner being,
I was guilty.

So now if you rip open
My flesh and break
My ribs apart, see.
See the scars
That are upon my heart.

And when you’re through
Piece me back together
And riddle me this.
Are you finished stabbing
Yourself to death, too?

Originally written
30 October 2003