oh woman
you had stolen a chapter
of my dreams
last night
when the quiet song of
your voice bore
my sobriquet
and cut through
the light lines on
the highway
rendering the night
an ephemeral bliss
for whatever passing gesture
of yours,
i cannot miss
that which i must contain
in a jar for the ages
a shot for distress
so I shall write about
the fluid slither of your steps
the pirouette of your cigarette
fingers taking shape in the dark
drenched by your sleepy sentiments
and drunken stupor
from dust to flames
thus erupts
the sleepy tandem
inside the hollow coffin
of my chest
(and in my head
you awaken
a bedlam
across cities
through narrow alleys
and murky fountains
under bridges
and stones
and benches
and dead leaves in the park
tracing every root
and every crack
on pavements
and mahogany trees)
oh, woman,
(you)
wholly enigmatic
fierce catalyst
with your eloquence you pluck
at the dusty strings
inside the holes of my heart
and waves bounce off
the hopeless corridors
of my bones
(oh, woman)
muse of this hour,
and the next,
and so on, pray endless
these are
the many monuments
you create and burn
the thousand demons
you invite and chase away
and though you keep me
on my toes always
i will never stray
(let me say that again)
i will never stray