monster

listening to verdi's requiem thinking
of you as the world turns
fast like a spinning top
the stucco wall bears weight
of warm summer air
the cooling down
the winding---
the sweet serendipitous you
holding me, the cooling

like oedipus through the cracked earth
half blind with splitting tongues
i struggle toward the moment
where the water meets the sand

reaching for your hands, those
that i see in my dreams
reaching for mine

the poems of bedsleep and wine
of your eyes in the darkness of the room
i wake up sweating with an absence upon me

you're not here.