Dark now



Limbo after loss.

Dark, now,

between the naked window

and open door

and this fools lips

work still in silence.


And the puppeteers

of these sweated dreams

spear what drifts in sleep

to my pillowed temples -

the dearest, the loved,

the obscure, the unfucked.


Someone may come,

turn the world from me,

show me

naked at the door,

the open window,

the ground below.


How I do wish it.


And then again,

no-one may come at all.




© Rivenrod 2016

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