...

[[ from a corner the square emerges ]]
.
..........set to parasol-shaped mouth
I kissed you then beggars came to empty
my pockets of love letters--
.........................post-apocalyptic

themes: every time my body thinks of my body then
thinks of you, it welcomes the bedroom closet like a voyeur;
......................a glass periscope, carpet of shadow-
............................................draped arms, deep reflections
..............................in the bedside mirror

.........sepia, dust, chambers of solitude
.........................remembering
.............someone else’s armoire of past,
...............or cast-away artists vicariously living
..................within tempera stripes & cubes

*

...if lust is a color--one of self-infliction--
I choose ochre, then white, then cream
......... & remember to turn the lights
.........................off before I leave