distance

held up to her graven shoulder length blended into a backdrifting remnant, colours focused in on golden projections and she smiled and she smiled through holding up a car ride home through the dark noiseless streets tightly thinking of you, all alone beside a fraying prayer, beside a covert space that marked memory's absence sifting through photos he felt he'd never really seen and suddenly a landscape of love all golden and alien clawed out like a hurried burial at the bottom of a garden she cried to him over the noiselessness didn't even know it and raced the sunshine but with the light came falling thoughts like siren terrors she dredged from sadist tides which broke the banks of newly mended swimming pools water mixed with river called her to the rocks and thoughts of winding country lanes lost off the brakes the cautious eyes timid and the retinal impressions scarring into caresses that were owed but undelivered silence but for beating silence but for sleeping alone some foreign desert where the moon looks back a day and bones litter streets like snowballs, hailstone ligaments tread lightly from the kitchen to the courtyard where we lay like younger lions and wanted nothing but desire mourn it now in the mirror but there's still a journey dream of a black highway below the blacker

. pearls of light peal lanes into shreds and leave the surface raw and bloody but for your country lane and racing sunlight at your trunk fills my head with description all I can do is pray for time to passover and find me a worthwhile patient broker of the moment, a worthwhile donor of decisions, a worthy receiver of this time, this time, this next time it will grow back stronger and then grow back before it's gone