Bloody Mirror

I love your smoke. Your dying eye. Your shade.
This night has timed out, but I wade and wade
Through helpless moon been struck from sky by clock;
I touch your pain, my joy.... I love your smoke.

This mirror lies. It's late for getting laid.
The shadow falls on Earth and keeps its gait.
As yesterday, tomorrow is but thought...
And yet your cold is getting scary hot.

The drive is overwhelming. Fleshed by dream,
Your heart is breaking what you look to seem,
And what I have for reason is aflame,
And life seems to have left before it came.

I love your mist, exhaust, your milky fog.
The day is bright, but wrapped up in hot smog,
And stretched beyond all limits by your wrist...
The drops froze. Time has stopped. We still exist.

There are no windows. But you're drawing the drape;
You look outside, you see a hapless shape,
Two, maybe three trees dried from crown to bone,
And everything is present yet is gone.