Dinely Cast

Strangely you crept

And your skin hiding the room behind sparrow wings

Shapely jutting in wool or extended hypnogogic

Hands in hand-sewn lace

Thinning in the vacant 

Air that pushes the early morning

And stretches out in the sun

A creeping whisper

Deferred in the having known you of your eyes
Heavy sea animals touching sand
Promising depth below refracted cavings

You opened your bones into a calcified air 

And, inside as an eyelid,

A lunar time hushed and heaved

And slighted openly its mouth

You, who have carved a thick shape

Into wood, who have recited

Directives in table grains

And lied

And removed your stockings

Your eyes, whose lids closed like clouds

And whose hands have only seen the breath of another

When are you now? Concealed behind the handsome surf
Forward-falling and dinely cast mouths
That taste our synaesthesia
The fever of our darkest moons

You forward nailed in stretches,
Sewn hand disappearing beneath undulate circuitry
A glancing shape altering and timely arriving
In a shallow underside

Like the rain
Like the sorrow of birds

In your closing eyes that renew a naked glance in gloveless hands
Your stockings removed
In hand-some mourning
And the collision phonemes that are your bones at dusk