2008.08.10 The Skirt and the Shirt

I try to raise the flesh back from the ashes
Then I call up your spirit from my pillow
We are each other’s prey yet from the dashes
Of your skirt smell I sensed beneath the willow.

I miss already your hair of ebony
That gave me shivers to the bones till midnight
Your pale blue eyes were my guide through agony
While I was heading to your shirt full of light.

10 aug. 2008