Jayne Lyn Stahl

 

in faust's bed…
   in climbing begins
   the descent

   for Philip Lamantia

the day melts
like a samurai on
his sword
what is said is already
spent
redundant as
a drifter's hand
where naked windows
collide in morning
we make a deal to
see    you climb
that blinding stairway where
erotic nightstands talk to
themselves of
criminal intent   for
to see is
in days of dark
ever the highest crime as
what is whole
remains unknowable
the smile on
your face
in faust's bed
where we start
we finish
   a terrible
wind at
our back.

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