Kiss me in the twilight when dreams
Die – when the starlight miracle drains
From the sky. I will stab your echoed footsteps
With my Ticonderoga. Drawing long shadows behind
Your last words, I will dissolve into your forgetful drifts.
She will present herself riding the sea foam
On a lotus. Marry her hands crumbling with food, sing to
Your token bride though you do not know her or love her. Share
Your honeymoon bed with knives in your eyes.
Sluice your bitter pennies through narrow resentments.
Kill the spiders in their cribs before
Misery wakes. In your hidden places, kiss my ghost
Because you knew me when I loved you.