Ether

She used to see you in the lights Like a lotus in blossom, glittering Soft opossum dog hopeless in want Searching, skin like a queen Her silhouette hurts me though Under the glove of recent moons The waxy glow and silk cut jaws All smothered by her charcoal snow If I could take this ghost into me Pulling inside tenderly, I could not Nighttime skin, glistening and remembers But the beating bird inside its lonely iron cage forgot So alone this nocturne goes Frail fluttering moments seeping out Drink them in Greedily as prose By putrid, red wine stained stalls and cheap laughing candlelight Before they are out of the reach of lips, and tumbling sweetly into the close