Reckless.

Evening gathers. Summer is gone.
I walk the city streets lost
To – oh
The broken glass breeze rips past cloth, and skin
To bone. And deeper still.
You kiss this way.
Not tender but brutal
Desire a starved beast
Whose hunger gnaws night after night
Within you
Without me.

Here, there, our ghosts haunt the alleys
By a withering enclave – a back-office exit
By the low row of cypress
Dipping their tips to drink a river
By a city laid below
Twinkling lamps and lives
Lined up – straight and narrow

Wrapped in night and each other.
One and alone to the world.

The river, like the clouds in the sky
And the blowing wind and the ebbing tide
Flows on, goes on

Time is nowhere.