Bride of the Eye

     Coffin in a brothel
and neither of you complain

being boxed in has a way
     of making bearable

                    *

     strangers taking the place
disaffection digs a grave

alienates but cannot
     bury what bodies say

                    *

     your wash-off flesh melts mouths
rivulets lips into kiss

pastel pastiches of us
     eyes twin with reflections

                    *

     fire touches with madness
lit torches lifted flicker

to flutter lids fading to
     eclipse lashes winking

                    *

     breathless wax poetics
candle drip attracts wet us

with tears your sight blinding mine
     crying bride of the eye

                    *

     satirize by never
sanitizing our mirror

voyeurs pour their own over
     paramours disfigured

                    *

     it figures before your
conjured image disappears

its heat works pendulum pulls
     whose feat it is none hears

                    *

     ever not even after
how powerful a prayer our

egos altared echo fears
     together we devour.