polyphony.

11.28.02

prologue.

i am alone.
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tonight

i
lay in wait
bathing my conscious sanity in
keepsake memory filled
with
the warm
resonance of her voice

affixing her name to my tongue

and crafting an amalgam of lullabied prayers
breathed into a coffin
to sleep inside

tonight

i gird my loins in her lavender;
an embattlement of reminiscents that
she's entrusted to me, of
full moons, and the arias they script
and i believe we've exchanged skins
for i touch myself and
feel her
...my lungs adopt her rhythm and meter
and in these i find measurement in mileage
of my moments alone
a cold slumber
presents itself a soulless companion

tonight

imbibing itself drunk with my disconsolation
and i can smell
the foul scent of charred promises
with each chiming
of the clock downstairs
sonorous martyrs of an unclaimed night;
a night
muted by the roar of a hungry silence
the still that plagues the darkness
and challenges me to
a reckoning

tonight

i'll read her poem aloud until the sun rises
and imagine
myself between her legs

and her arms

and her lips

and imbue self and dream
with her silhouette

tonight.
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epilogue.

silhouetting her with dream and self
imbuing her lips
and her arms and
the betwixt of her legs,
my imaginings
rise the sun
until the poem that is her
reads aloud

tonight.