Milestones

Weave a sliver sail of Nimbus
In threads of rain
To drift
the ocean of flute-winds

Nail rings,
coarse camel beads
of melting twilights
compassing the backwoods
of forgotten touches
traced on my skin.

Kohl lines of sodden seas
knead me a moon
a soft fire
in slender slicefulls
half lit and naked
drowsed in black and white dreams
beneath the mouth of night.

As the wind slips out of your hair
kiss me a dream
hovering around my brows
till I sink in the dark alleys
of barren sleep
in your eyes.