You feel the indigo photons, in the black sky,
Tickle your bare flesh like the hot ember of twilight.
Autumn leaves, an auburn carpet on the sordid ground,
Cover the dust of yesterday' s silvery summer.
You feel my heart's soft caress
Upon your hair's strands like a feather of a Gold finch...
Your shimmering love flows in an endless current to my hands...
You are in my world, but I am ever gone.
Your diamond tears trickle to my grave;
The scent of your jasmine incense fills the long night,
You are in the vortex of death,
Spinning toward my glassy bed.