Life On a Deathbed

Life on a death bed Bending boughs of flaxen curls Loose tendrils frame and swirl In the wind and rain Liquid snakes stain Your cheeks Black streaks A masterpiece in mixed media of life and death White moonlight lights the ball of your face Your face a sculpture in pain A study of Nocturne in Black and Gold You are a location Ambiguous emotion set against line and form Bleak tones a sense of void You claimed once that the rain was made to obscure the tears of humanity Collectively we could I could touch you Your flesh cold and waxy A dab of heat here and there just under the surface a palpable purpose proving me you live Your bones bend as scantling timber, Your balsa-wood heart verily Snaps At the sweet nothingness Of words Air simply reverberating Some imbued meaning You’ve staked so much on That ride in the air On sonic waves To oscillating fimbria That gives hope To life.