taste the sun in my wound
inviting,
unwinding,
descent.

my nails carve deeper and deeper
into thy cold light -
another voice,
another sigh;
our dead faces - opaque
thy solar charm -
with no sun in sight.
a sullen voice
- thy bleak, cold breath -
as cold as any whisper...

no invocation called thee
yet you are here
uncrowned,
earthbound...

let it endure forever...