long scarf of a night
clasping the bracelet of a moon,
what emptiness is this when i have you not near?
the distance of a thousand galaxies collecting stars
when once i could tumble upon your
nape so bronze
as if there to fly
swept by every lingering breath
borrowing some endless moaning of time;
a stewing chorus of sacred yet wild mouths
coming together then parting...
farewell, a few more steps closer
and i shall disown my soul and bones under
the cloud's dark awning
to silently memorize your fading eyes
entombed in near burial of an unbecoming night.
Loneliness Contest of Frank
by nette onclaud