Portrait

 
You, funny you
the boy beneath
 
still dreaming:
 
grief has branded
bones, blank nights
 
rooms echo.
 
Al the ladies
love you;
 
you weave
between them
 
spinning smiles
shedding skin.
 
You flicker
from afar
 
but I am tied
to storms
 
lost in moonlight
stretching for
 
infinity.