Silhouette
January 13th, 1991 by Jim Clark
Silhouette, radiance
She descends from
a prism of beauty
down
to touch me
with airs of twilight
Cool bells of fantasy
that tumble from her lips
I bathe in the fluid of her voice
Drink Drown Die
Suicide, most beautiful
I can not
touch her
She is gone.
Silhouette, retreating
ascending into the divine
Flourescent flame of absorption
Burning me until I am spent
and she does not return.
The sunlight she brings is gone, left
with her
Overwhelmed by the night,
I return home.