The kind of conversation
I no longer need
Because you are silent
You happened yesterday
And this morning
Peeling the world with your fingers
And pulling the change from your ear
…a glib conjurer
Heavy to come
The angelic nude
Spoke of her life, projected
On a giant screen
Lyrical and abstract
As a swarm of bees
To the depths of adventure
So the waves are rough
By night he floated
Miserable as the weather
Souring the words
With the ongoing longing
The light touched the cracks
Backward-rushing hours
Visualising our reflected faces
The cold sparkled more brightly
The blue decorated freedoms
On the fingers of your entire life
I no longer needed
The expression of a wish
Compressing the disappointments
To switch our roles in the tragedy
That ever-gesturing dream
Surrounded by infinite air
Full of familiar emptiness
Stimulating, choking, deliberately fading.
