Long Time Ago

1997

Passed clamour.
The snowflakes settle,
while my visitation trudges home;
To you I beckon:

Moondust lingers in my eyes,
Like love's thick curtain,
Cloying lashes in that
fragmentary black..

I taste my lips for cosmetic
flavour.

Thirst to see you here
alone
with me;
our play-pen, secret sanctuary.

I have had recourse to priest holes:
Wish to see it dark of no
intruder;

Fill me, to your hole....
It is the custom....

Blinds reason...

Less talk of
relation
ships.

I'll see you in the summer.

                                     jimtom say...