After

After the incense, whisky , music, lamplight,after we’d waited for the world to turn a quarter revolution,when you had kissed the places that you found,stopped short of lovingwhat was the unknown message that we’d yet to learn?After you’d offered me a future apple tree’d in brilliancesome exotic paradise where life is clear blue lagoon,when I’d checked my heart to find if it was beatingthe way I knew you needed it to .Outside the opaque window Venus rose between usvisible for an instant then lost in clouded conflict,there was absolutely nothing left to do.After touching hidden corners where the creases curledafter wanting some solution to the sadness that we feltafter tearing clotted arteries where the old blood lay;when I tried to hear the question there was only empty footstepsthe shadow of oblivion where I could not stay.

Poetry