You

Dedicated to the best poet of us all. I dive into you The mud-coloured heaven Fragments embracing with age A dull rock and hammer shadow Your small mouth Free and feline with words carrying The strength of the cartillage they cling to. Ochre barnacles, love letters In their cordless vowels Unrounded and rolled off the tongue Like liquid. The many monsoons inward I woke dull in my ditch this brown Morning, and only an hour since The epicentre has starved cotton-thin. I see it before me as a road Passing longingly into forever With the dull mists of dead grey And slow greens of the blue Bleeding flow of the water's Nurtured body. Numbed by only one vowel bursting in The red-emblem face of another Rising on thin strings like pearls So many lifeless words The only satellites on an otherwise Starless day.