harvest

her head was a lit lantern.
i tried,
to keep the moths off her face.

the light: flickering orange spill on
her yukata, flaring in and out of
mortal planes.

and the night: fluttering tempest of wings,
the darkness, the devourer.

the flicker, the flutter,
the flutter, the flicker -
become one and,
my lady with the lit lantern head,
she






i swear you will remain.

i harvested shreds of your kimono to make
Lilliputian kites anchored on and
soaring over your grave.

(this,
is your spirit.)

i kept memories of your radiance in
the heart of an elder sun.

(this,
is your core.)

and, i freed bait from your eyes
and spent the summer fishing
submarines out of that pond you
pissed into existence.

(and this,
is your love.)



2014.may.07