I Thought I Saw You Passing By

Spin this story. Relive again

The one you wrote before.

You passed by a patch of petunias

Down a foreign road,

Lit the pleasures of past libido.

You were on a patio puffing smokes,

Her azure eyes in aeolian tone.

Cerulean smile. The sky turning rose.

The Demiurge demands an ache in the soul.

Light the candlesticks. Set fire to the dovecotes.

Down every road a luminance of lashes,

Long forgotten looks - the story you wrote.

Down every road the longing devil

A release, your surrender:

Haloed halters for heartthrob and woe.

Regard the rouged lips, the ones which curve

And crow: nothing in me belongs 

With you, only the bossa of our boughs,

The water of our wine,

The dimmed inferno.