(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

crystalline

after she's gone

the armchair

here were her lithe hands
like branches
her crystalline legs
crossed over

you recall the conversations,
the residual melodies
of her harmonic voice:
a warm airvent in winter
(New York, cold and black
wet asphalt venting haze)
singing warmth around
your heart in phoenix ribbons

you can almost feel
the after-image of her presence
her graceful, tempting body
melding with your soul
in an erotic dance
of thunderous passion...

the armchair

carries her scent
carries her sound
carries her shine

carries it
away
past
falling
curtains
of snow