Gone with me....

As the dry leaves of sequoia fell gliding a serpent peel I feel your lips of serum with a sickle, slicing the wafers of trance Barren barks of the new born clonk at a dead man's throat; the cold wind howls through the decayed trees: lie your rain drenched woolen scarf.... As the shadows of your swelter gently follow the limbs that stretch, between the silence of summer, I could spend a lifetime sailing drops of dew A tutor on your twitch, my lifeblood ebbed away. Carpenters with nails, snap windowpanes of block: autumn woods build and gallow high Fingernail_ silver moon drops torches onto the earth; my vengeance has been satisfied as far as I can see you.. Waif waffles waft, float upon your slobber waves: As the distant sky magnifies, reach out to the stars The brilliancy of them - almost, I could touch them with my hands; but the last ones, still flecked the sky in a solitary place, where your breath is freed.. The big dipper hung heavy in the West beneath your cap of dark clouds. In the cold, dark, mysterious space I still beckon your beauty I'm leaving, as a beast, upon a bone white moon. You were the mother of my home: existing once, like today, and then was gone