Crying, I blow your presence into myself
The sudden frost, the scarlet cut in my palms,
Which’s end is gone, end is far, end is blood,
Is a phantom orchid in my lifeline
At night, I string stars diligently around my neck,
And sear the darkness with your dimples,
Just to spite the imminent thunders
Of owls, dessert rats and bloody coyotes
With this moon stroke which befell my head
And the red kerchief,you keep embroidering,
I fall into seconds and into your last words with love
While proving God right
Midnightatzerothreehundredhours
The distant stars freeze up on me
Farewellandgodblessyou!
I withdraw from this game, taking my words along.
*Phantom Orchid: (The Queen of the Night): a delicate and rare flower which can live under ground and will only bloom if/when the conditions are right