1
it is scarce
enough for a word or two
to slide along the hymen of your absence
dont speak
dont show me your eyes
be blind a minute
be lips for me
be tongue be remembrance
let my pen tip toe into you
be the beginning
of another chapter of scream
2
the words piled
burning compost of existence
i walked through there
it was a new roaming
with songs in my head
i had not written
i promise i said nothing
it all came alone
and said what it had to say
that was the beginning at least
of our poems' kissing
3
voices
equal to the scream
turned your suffering into song
still our lips
toothless in their unfathomable abyss
time of no time
they broke the piano
they smashed the insect with hideous wing
we were nobodies
again
in the little dark night
the graceful aubergine
you wish to kill
sung to me
i caught its violet flower
i broke the powders of its future dying
i sniffed their coming
i conjured a totem
i left
there is really nothing
