Climacteric

Tonight when you deploy 
the pillow to block the doors 
and the skin fails; a moon 
will enter by sealth from 
the window in virgin black night. 

I will bring forest flames from 
where, adoration never stops. 
There may be a disconnect�"� 
when you kill the time; yet 
turmoil rises with sensuality. 

A fluid design appears 
in blue dark. There was balka- 
nization in the limbs. I grab 
the waterfalls, climb the strings 
and reach the bliss of a poem.