How Did I Die?

to the summers of the trees

how did I die?

how when,

when came the shifting of the starburn

-when winter shed it's leaves-

gave it's eyes to the daylight of the shapeless night

the twilight of the days final dream

sleeping with the insects of the fable heart

when Florence came and wept

crept silent through the parting of the oars blush

when death no longer dream nor bitten doubt

when love no longer borrowed second chance;

 

to the summers of the whispered chords

how did she die?

how when

when tingled her waters on my trapped hands

-when fire flickered and crawled-

did her undressed lips caress my silent soul

run naked through the spine of my trees

baptize my captured heat.

carried like a child

a godess to my secrets wild

when breathless drunk to the rapture of her lust

when love no longer begged a second chance;

 

to the summers rain forgotten

how did I die?

and when

did I wander and blind the sacred  heart?

why I, the fool, the drool of stubborn chin

fall cautious to the winds most treasured breeze.

so dark my aging tenderness

my caged heart. my ragged bones recluse;

now a creature to the comforts of seclusion

look long and hard for the blue tipped sparrows wing

watch him down his one last cigarette

and smoke one final gin;