the heat of the flames as we all stood around you
sending out your little night-whispers
hot smoky breath making mist look-alikes
fingers tight in my hair, in my clothes, in my skin,
scent sinking in
lifted up in a subway, led down to a river
where melting gifts to the water leak into my boots
a circle of stones, and the sisters they kneel to light you
the last long ago boy brought food for your viscera
red and gold, the precious metals
lighting loki's cigarettes in your womb
a beautiful sillhouette, i must admit
i was right quite the first time around
see what i've found, here by the humber
dropping, adam lets fall his vine
and laughing brings to light the newness
there are no words for such stories,
for the step from the sidelines to the movies
for the burning of the scotch in your chest, suckled from a bottle
helds in maws before yours,
a chin on a crown
then tilted forward to the break
a smoky mouth on a prefrontal lobe
and in the dark of fire and reunions
a murmured "i hope you don't mind"