mlynnep15

i. the world is brighter where dregs of strangers' revels remain -- i keep this half-light for my own. ii. i'll stay until the wind sighs a scotch-and-smoke cliché, til the Muscadet's slipped from the lip of my wayward hello.(i know you're there before you do.) iii. your night is told in patchouli-pulse wanders; mine, in whorls of liqueur-breath. come close and i'll find the warp through the weft, the trails telling tales in synaesthesia -- Platinum Blonde's been 'round and gone.  iv. (-- closer, find syllables strewn  in an exhale's wake; stolen from my throat-  ful of careless farewells, spin and sway