Memory

the air is full of the florescent night lilac
dripping with its full headed scent that perfumes
like a womans hair it flies in wisps upon the courting
face of the purple afterglow of late late evening
and whence the sky takes its colour from the blue charcoal eyes
adorned with specks of piercing diamond dog stars
and red bloom planets in the brittle graces of the distant
immortal universal sphere
then will be my heart uplifted to see her again
even though it is only in the
sombre fickle shallow
minds inner eye
beautiful child of memory
how i love you still

then let my life bleed like the preceding
red hues of dawn coming like the first and last
period of woman
withal its mystery and angst
let my life bleed like the red smear it is
upon the face of cherished mankind
and let my soul be shaken to the furthest reaches
of sanity past the shores of farewell
and the rocking seas and wings of crashing rollers
on deep rent skies
drowen the fucking thing
and let the cloaking waters cleanse and clothe it
in new clamour
let it live again like happy schools of fish
but just for a flashing while
not too long
not too long to remember
life before the waves
before the exile
before the dawn
when there was perfume
on that florescent night