Carnaval Night

Carnaval Night, a photo by Alembisque on Flickr.

Fanal

against

the pressured light

no sense of falling

no sense of impact

yet fall I had

defying the fourth dimension she chicaned through the beaded curtain

the yellowing strands parting and closing in freeze frame

I met her gaze and everything burst

pulsing full term with exquisite

Fanal rhythms

last rites

half wakeful dark

I feel you again my loose arm circling your back narrows

letting my hand explore the necessary shapes of mortality

drift back to dreams of wounded chaos tumbling tumbling

as if I could hold you against the weakness against the winter sun

that blinks briefly at my window as it rises over roof tops and slots back

into grey cloud as if this were its allotted place

as if you never were Magdalena

no purchase

no fulcrum

to lever you back

we were one once

I am lost

freed to roam

over white lands of turmoil

pinning my failing red eyes

searching for imaginings to

stumble out my days

your bath sheet readied

against my breast