Midnight smoke

Softly.
The eve sings, slow,
Streaking the bleeding sky
With unknown.

A slanted look,
Curling through the veins
Of this crippling passion,
Pumping a strange-colored blood
Through the nerves in my mind.

Where has it gone?
The grotesque, half-witted smiles…
I falter; the sense has lost.

Now, chaos takes my hand in dance;
Chaos, turns, impossible,
Jumping through a bed of flowers,
Splashing the sky with purples and reds.

Chaos! Sweet friend;
I find you, just by the waves of wind
Rotating clouds in the blue;
I find you, rustling the night air,
Stirring potions in the light.

Have I known you?
It seems the time has melted,
Fading ice in the buzzing sun
Of summer.

Have I loved you?
I remember a knot of
Twisted bodies;
I remember rays of red,
Streaking our hair;
Wild strawberries.

A fog of cigarette cancer
Clogs my nostrils.

It smells like you.