green salamanders would appear in her irises

now there are strange lighthouses burning

her fingers folded around mine

I asked

each mausoleum moon

to protect me

staring into unspoken words

placid lips mimic

vows

there are vultures within

her throat

vaults open

doors close

hybrid light

falls from her

I have loved

and abhorred you

watching her platina coloured watch

fallen as if time now is frozen

knowing now there is dignity

in death melancholia is calling

woe o woe echolalia

only the white muslin knows

wreath rose

I launder life

ironing wrinkles

each garment

holds a scented

sentiment

08/30