Surreal

I am 

Riddled with holes. 

A pock-marked Pluto, 

Graceful as the moon. 

Placating me

Is no great thing. 

I am silent 

And motionless. 

Radiant 

beyond compare. 

Easing me down

is simple enough to do. 

I watch you

From the little folly 

of my whims. 

You are beautiful too. 

Wrapped 

In maudlin and 

Cancerous fumes. 

I drink you in. 

I have

Thirst beyond

Imagining. I'm

A muse with no compare.  

In silence

And in specter

We hold unmovable

bonds. We shift

Ever closer

To our entombment. 

We are rapturous

In our descent. 

Can you 

See me there? 

Among the linen

and the lace? 

I'm singing. 

A siren's song for

The sailor's fall. 

My voice breaking 

Like rocks

Upon the embankment. 

I could fall

A thousand times inside you

And never know enough to make it real.