strange pale boy eyes caught between leaning gravestones notebook perched on lean dustwhite thighs eyes look out from under dark hair & i wish to speak with you but i can't interrupt the stone gardens silence your solace your scribble of words to a clock's tick for i remember the grey afternoons wandering amongst the tombs thinking poems
strange boy lips pursed to the wind thoughts, dark gleaming words pouring up from your depths i want to take your hand into mind, gently turning & place a kiss, soft, mid-palm
strange strange graveyard boy you are my past sad beautiful youth eyes of hurt gaze out beg for me to look away to continue my stroll as if i hadn't seen you there as if i'd never sat alone. there. as if i were the stranger
& i look away keep my eyes to the ground soft dirt & flowers & through the cemetery gates i pause to steal a last glance but you are gone leaving only wind & shadows & emptiness to fill the spaces where we sat alone curled up in love with death & ourselves.