Your hand is cold
You lead me to the chamber
Blue light fills the air
Reflecting off your lily dress
 
We walk wordless, deeper
Into the dark, shrinking
Smaller and smaller, until
We disappear in the blue abyss
 
          ~
 
The strands of your hair
Lay haphazardly along your shoulder
 
Black silky strands contrast
The white of your lily dress
 
In the distance I hear
The faint sound of morning cars
 

talking to the ghost
who speaks in tongues—
flames indulged
and torn in two
 
          *
 
pulled down
among the darkness
from where I came
and where I’ll go
 
          *
 
a game of chance—
you laugh in my face
as you drown
in the River Styx
 
          *
 
the impact was red—
orange mixed with light
fallen in a cryptic grave
and saved for many lives