The stones will cry out
In the fallopian darkness
the moon bandaged in clouds
and bitten.lip coloured stars
it was very ...quiet
frost quilted air ...
soft shoe dances of sistinechapel.flakes
hitting the world.s floor
yawning ianthine lights
shadows pantomining broken ash.songs ..
hanging wish. ribbons
onto their leaves ..
fragrant stories in my finger.tips trace your casper.lips
sleep my incanting lover
close at last your red.halo annointed eyes
cradling your still born lover
with sleepy arms in her cotton coffin ,
covered in corinthian fingerprints