Hollow Point

A rake of feathered clouds at the
edge of a fibergalss moon
& you wrapped in lace as black as my heart

                but those eyes like damp pavement
                              & the incidental music of your fingers
like El Kabong in the banzai fallout

                              The resignation we slid past w/ritual
                                                disregard & poems scrawled in lipstick
              still a place you can command when

your love has turned to dark silver words
                              & a pale light flickers overhead
against the night