Painting in an Open Cove

I move your body as a centerpiece from the moving wheels of motion 

In restraint–let go of vapor, 

Idols, carved of mountain phantoms. 

Love dispels from thine breath 

Nothingness clings to lungs, 

An errant air of this thin blue hell 

Spirals from lack of pulse. 

I counted pedals on the cliff-side, wallowing in granite stone 

Brittle hands break again, tossing body into open cove