l’esprit d’escalier

I keep remembering today,

As in,

Today, I keep remembering.

Maybe it’s a lacuna of my

          sleepless mind,

Or a sly’d promise of the

          eternal sunshine

That provides the peacock

          its scream,

Deep in the bosom of the

          gentle night.

I make no love to the girl

          on the heath,

Releaseless, ceaseless.  She

          sighs to my teeth.

Deafness, I watch the sea.

See ripples.  She’s watching too.

He needs to hear the screams,

But all I do is bark wildly at the moon.

Bitter Creek, last time

You said this was the only way.

Just please arrive too late.

Ariel.  I am a wait.

So light a fire to the fang

          that cannot be reached,

So that I do not have to see the star,

So that I do not slit this throat.

Light a fire to the fang.