Shadows gather at my doorstep—feint
Snickers, lulling at the refuse—light;
Huddled in the corner, I embrace
Silence, breaths in spurts like splinters
Coarse against the grain—as sweat pours sweet.
Footsteps shuffle, knocking—heels tap on wood—
Coward—twitching, shivering hands,
Clammy droplets stymie on the concrete
Wall—as dampened sounds reflect the vapor—
Slips—my hand—wrapped tight on stainless
Steel and I imagine paler fiends who
Sit—resplendent—composed, and envisage a
Savages lined up into defecation,
Black against the blackened, dampened space,
Each beheld against the other.
Love is saved for immaterial
Scholars, destined for the annals—Stories,
Musings—violence cast in diff’rent shades—and
Glory, honor, priv’lege—vanities.
I behold as I have been beheld,
Stranger with a stranger’s eyes—the chinks where
Waves of light reflect the jaundice—Silken
Skin, enamored—open, quiet gaze.
Tattered ribbons flowed upon the pull, and
They will flow again on seconds past.