A Blossom Falls...

A blossom falls from the dogwood
at the edge of the yard,
floating slowly downward
through space
and sunlight--
there is no sound,
but the echoing in my mind
as it touches the sidewalk
is enough to make me cry.

The nights are getting warmer,
the world smaller by the minute;
dreams drifting away on the smoke of other people's
cigarettes,
left on pillows after nights too hastily spent
with men who never understood why i couldn't kiss them
on the mouth.
My plans are dissolving like ashes and it doesn't matter
how many people love you,
how many are lined up to hold you tight
in the discotecas and in bed--
when you get home you are still alone in the
damp reverberating silence
of your closed cool mind.

Where do those flowers come from--
where do the perfect snowy blossoms
go?
Don't ask me where i will be
tomorrow;
these cobweb snares of love and lies
have given me no answer
and the wind is fickle,
ready to blow me to any new harbor,
to turn me at any instant
to snow or warm april
rain.

Hold me
close.
i want to lose myself
in your slight heartbeat,
in the hazy brightness
of your strange unreadable eyes
floating slowly down
into the pale oblivion of
memory.

04.01.01