even the drain leads somewhere

forever
      ended
spiral

one 
pane 
from 
the bottom

lost 
brother jazz
in a bottle  
by the week 

capsized mattress 
   -unkempt...

pulling 
the ripcord,
(a woman)
we landed

a little bit west 
     of never to be...

deep inside that old trunk 
in the corner of her room
lies an opalescent pin 
in a red satin pouch... 

she wore it with the moon
on a night cupped crescent;
her finger circles
the amber stone

love—a yellow chair
duel in progress;
water cools.
our skin does not.

merry dancing cattle
climbing to the slaughter 

merry dancing cattle on 
a ladder without rungs

ends in fire —that  
first kiss (burn)

soon to melt 
reaching regardless

ends in fire: suite
madrigal  (when)

in —love
was forever
again...