Lakhesis (λάχεσις) (dutch – Lachesis)

 Long hair

in curls

as the beams of a black sun

over my lap

five white serpents

surface amid the dark furrows

hide

slide

braid the distance between the broken dreams 

a broken heart

the grief that howls

the mute tone of silence

her closed eyes

flood the air

with the stench of her steps

                halted

                                in pause

i am filled by whispers

of prayers

of a repeated pater noster

where is the last word?

is it now the time to cross the bridge

to absence?

breathing slow

weaving breath blows

curling legs

her hand ripples towards mine

rises to my neck

her fingers cover my lips

so that conscience doesn’t escape

to silence fear

to drown the uncertainty of empty days

she raises

as smoke

stares at me

leaves

fades

throughout the leaves

of a wood window

it rains behind her footsteps

and i remain

with the breeze of her back

stuck to my life

september 13, 2011