I'm a joke upon the flicker
of city lights...

You don't see the elegant
designs within my velvety...

You are that of a fine wine,
our sensual tryst goes past...

Conversation died
the day her whispers vanished...

She closed the doors in August,
same time as my...

Lost in a world of surprise,
entagled in webbed finger...

I adore the grace
of the shadow face...

Death is where I live,
my spirit guides me...

She
takes notations...

She spoke to me,
within a morbid...

I've written poems of love lost
and blessings of nature, but now...

Silence betrays
a forgotten sun...