Spellbound. words escape me. Going out as if a flame
extinguished. My capacity to want anything

In this transport the temperature is dropping. On the sixth floor
the mane of a nameless horse tossed back among the waves
in your eyes. The blue heaven and the open sea
bringing the sundered night to an end. In the web
of separate things the flight of the nights lost bird ending
on the most remote corner of the world. Explosions
in me only. Lying in the ashes of a dress. My ember wings
make a last fluttering gasp knowing theyve seen enough
downstairs the linoleum is covered with a carpet of bleeding
prayers and the walls and ceilings take on its glow
no other hand but yours reaches out of the sky-drifts
to check the fire. No other hand

Spellbound. Words escape me. Going out as if a flame
extinguished. My capacity to want anything

In this transport the temperature is dropping
in a ray of moonlight. Cold
on your bed I pass away
annihilated from head to foot
in the fortress of your aloneness