What are you going to do next?

In the open bars
         of smoke and hope
         and loping tranmquility
         and unsure deepening twilight
In the open bar
         flanked by pharmacy and church
         limned against unclean pitch-paths
He addressed himself to her breasts
         until
         the torch slipped in the darkroom
         when
She flicked a mote of fly from her smallest finger
         negligently
         inelegantly

         and he was reminded of his mother's back framed by that stained kitchen sink
         and of the feeling behind his face.


In the open bar
         beneath a slightly-soiled bunting
He coughs
         to buy movement
He smiles
         to regain momentum
He says..
         ".....and then he yelled so I wouldn't!!!"
          meaning
          I couldn't
          I could not
          not ever
          lie beside you in the undeepening dawn
          and
          look behind your eyes
          and find my light
           mirrored within your heartsneed

          not because you wouldn't
          but because you cannot


In the open bar
          the sort his father
          brayed brightly
          and hovered with acheing gravitas
          within
In the open space
          of his timed resignation
His gaze upon her is direct
He strokes his chin
Fingering a scar
          forged in the aftershock
          of his father's release
He loves to walk
Alone in the fragrant valleys of silken foliage
And photograph fronds
In shades of deepest saepea.



She thinks she dreams
Of  fond communion
         which would confer finality
         in happiness

But dreams are drugs
Which do not bestow life in her body
Nor do they assuage
The terror in her core.

Between pennant and cobbles
Between church and pharmacy
And on the table between she and he
Crawls the injured fly
Loping in insect agony.

                                                              Lubljana 1/7/08