mythormighty:
black kites crowd
a pale lavender dusk
by the sea,
and nude ivories
tend them
to the spark.
will the beast
with a thousand windows
come this way?
will zen maxims
clutter red cans
in hibiscus-lined
alleys?
lust is low
in the scuba divers;
hushed flares
move onward
toward the labyrinth.
intoxicated by perfumes,
sleep's narrow festive isle
hovers, supported, by
lapidary foamlings.
black kites
bear near black
emblems.
