I wait in blacklight for another waistline dedication
a backlit form to fornicate reflection behind
There is an obvious fear in my direction, this tactless stare
and my where-abouts still unknown to network news
Im still in that phosphorus disco ball
My love is pouring over fumbling coffee pots with yellowed fingertips
over real life conversations-like the deep end of the bathtub
where i can wait to hear some wisdom
Thats because-we're still waiting
We're still hanging on to that last word
lingering like the exclaimation of another lifeless being often does
But I drowned those differences in bathwater darling
to overcome compassion-with you.

And let me admit
I cant call it enough
Your form backlit
is a dream tithed
to strangers
in Mercutian form.