Swollen In Silk

smooth muscle
contracts
and
glistens
softly
in summers
silhouette


i can not
take back the
bite of infection
and
love
shall be no
antidote
to the venom of
this
time

i recall each of
your faces
and she
tells me
i speak of them
in my sleep

I feel pale ,
sullen ,
and
very much
another rhythm
flowing in the
cracks of
the street

my eyes glaze over
in
neon city light
and reflections of
the ghosts
in the window pane

she pours another
cup of coffee
and
I wonder if

i will ever go home