sestina for moonbathing street dogs

I start with throwing a guess at your eye color,
This is becoming routine in our nightly tryst.
I am running out of names for brown, black, and grey;
Still I land none closer to the answer: wrong, wrong.
The rest of my night is spent chasing your shadow
Across this night-multiverse enslaved to your whims.

What would I give to decode all your shifting whims?
I could stare at you till the moons yield their color,
Still, your truths insist on staying veiled in shadow.
If only you would consent to a daylight tryst.
But too early I found that appeal to be wrong:
There is no black-or-white when it comes to you. Grey,

Grey: the weaving worlds underneath furs you wear; grey:
The storms on cold nights mirroring your tyrant whims.
If I can brave your rage to risk a kiss deemed wrong,
If only, if only. To steal your lips' color.
Yet I could not risk on gambling to lose this tryst.
Was this your wish? That I'd be shackled to shadow?

What would I give to dissolve into your shadow?
To be part of worlds you carry, lost in the grey;
Mindless being: one with you in a nightlong tryst.
To not suffer the punishing lash of your whims.
To be gone, heedless to existence of color.
To be none, unable to sunder right from wrong.

But, love: I never blamed you, how you named me wrong.
You knew I come with heart enveloped in shadow.
You read the darkness I carry, knew my color.
I don't blame you for cloaking yourself in this grey.
I know your look, I know you saw my kind of whims.
But, love: why keep me bound to this maddening tryst?

What would I give to reap the harvest of this tryst?
To unlock the quest to undo all I made wrong.
To once and for all solve the mazes of your whims.
To liberate us from the shelter of shadow.
To find you outside the borders of night and grey.
To hazard a lifelong stare, drown in your color.

I don't care how the light falls wrong in your shadow.
This tryst can be a dream. I'd settle in your grey,
Kneel to your whims. To forget the taste of color.



2015.feb.12

exhale

try, is all i can muster,
to armor my constitution,
i must resist you

deny, if you decipher air,
if i exhale your name too often,
a sigh named after you

try, to be the liar,
the devil to save you,
from my apocalyptic love



2015.feb.04