Dawn’s resurrecting fire
extends fingers of light,
embracing my hollow room with its grace.
Even though I’m roused by your kiss
at the rivers dark I pause.
The hunger for your touch rises with the gloom,
raw disconnected lament.
No one hears wistful sighs
as night shadows seep into cracks
of the remote, black womb of earth.
I give the wind silver tokens,
highlighting dust particles that burn
in marble chambers of my heart,
removing traces of untold passion.
Hallucination, the simplicity of your presence,
a scent on satin sheets,
imagined moments the rising sun exhausts.
