Untitled Erasure

Your fingers are like pills,
I become sedate with just one touch
As the shafts of light that
Shatters in our room
comes as a witness to your finest felony
stealing the precession of my moves
Which folds in on themselves
Its a crime that can only be pulled off when one operates with
crippled instinct
and
all gravity and the seasons lead back to you.
This is where the weight of that gravity
bends each note of my heart stem

I can only hand this truth over to you

That the stars are still indifferent to us 

As they wait for no one behind the lights 

But their indifference is perfect 

Like the last pieces of a dying artist

Who you swore you were going to meet.

Their great 

Great heights

is always

The next stage 

For flaming monks 

In their silence 

smiling

Reaching the purist form of escape

From the tyranny of flesh. 

Like these stars

Some night when a rare black out falls over the city

And the glare recedes from view

I will look for you 

to find my way home.