Within the Presence of Absence

Your eyes speak more than

More than your lips

More than your mouth

Bare were your summer

Shoulders and arms

And slender neck

She rose up beautiful before me

And bare she walks the morning anew

It is the wound she gave me

Through my heart, drives her rain

Her face under the sky is full of golden sun

I drew her through the midnight sky on iron leaves

There is no name for you

You fed me wine on a tender voyage

Within your silk, I love to forget

I step around you softly

Drown away your little hatreds

Your pain is just a memory

As your summer fruit decays

My fire for you stays

Your body is a legend

I launched into her as the earth began to die

It is within her, my name is now known

The hand draws slowly back to the poor art of my eye

These are not fingers I have

Put off your air of tragedy

The art of light on your body

Falls apart in the moonlight

Your eyes speak more than

More than you lips

More than your mouth

Bare were your summer

Shoulders and arms

And slender neck