T r e m o r S p l i t t e r

bunch of feats
dripping dither
petals soft as a winter feather

hushed like a hot flames lash
tender as black wax
and red silk solitude
fallen crumpled
silent as a stream
a crowd

the shadow crept
to curl
stirred
in its flight
a logic flash
like a wish
lost
and dreaming

and you bend
me
my flexible
ache
sutured
to the break
the blood
and bones
these sticks
these stones
slick now
with rains
before the blows

and the
walls know
the bare bulbs
glow

sticky mirrors
blurry edge
and the nudge
at the
arterial rush
with pockets
of lush laden
beauties
trinkets and change

how you charged
me
how you chased
me down
burning these
bridges
this swirling hate

a twisting hiss
how I knew
when you
threw at me

that kiss