Inland Sea

[Aish]

Soft orchid mouths
drip moonlight gossamer,
sad nets of coercive balladry

and I cannot sleep.

Gritty teeth
abstain
from knitting and pearling
the brokenness together,
while brillo tongues
risk setting fire
to the unpatterned quilt
of arterial wild -

and twisting in the wind
I cannot sleep.

In shameless ink
your eyes
are the mourning sun,
untouchable
within stingy whispers
and jealous borders,

and in the weight of your shadow
I cannot sleep.

Wide awake
I am nimbly afflicted,
a childs hunger pain
in august epitaph,

envious

of idle beauty
of turquoise and roses
of lies
become honeyed addictions.

And without your double sky
I cannot sleep.