tapestries of dew-strewn petals melting in my mouth for Tristan
laughing in a bed of photographs reading my pulse eyes widened & wet we tumble together to the floor searching for lost pages, ripping holes in the white expanse burning beneath the weight of every lonely night denied only your eyes watching no world of bitter laughter no mother or friend i kissed the rose from your hands & took my fill of your mouth delicious again & again down the porch steps and into the dark street your back a shadow blurred in the distance the last of you unturning