Carmine

Cold, dead, and embalmed

I took you in, as one of my own.

Pekid, sleek, and bound

Brushing your hair while in the crease of my arms

An amber sky sun dialed

Sweeping its shade on the ocher ground 

As a yellow sea surrounds

hissing its whispers along the roads of this town

Its shuddering–thudding felt,

In the supple instruments preserving the heart once held

Beating and bleeding, it pounds

A larking song which was once sought out, in you.... 

Carmine stains your mouth

Oh lover, you let me down 

Stale and expressionless

What light was left, went out

I only found a healer 

In the oak, the beech, and the cedar

A moment for a lone bereaver – swatting away pine needles

Lusting for mid-November

Love takes exit before it enters 

The chill, the will, its drowsy shrill

Dancing in the Poplar's bedding

Cutting through the birch

Living on what I urn

This storm cannot weather these words

When piling on my work.

The lowly sighs of strife 

Penned in place where the nothingness resides 

With gloom, I've found a fonder friend

In the wishing that you had died.

Now, that's something...