the house became haunted
all the ice froze
the world that i wanted
it had to repose

the blood dripping from me
the tears near your eyes
that you never wanted
but never denied

the summer is over
the rain is a fever
and it melts off my skin
like a sickle-sweet reaper

the trees are all bent down
the archway complete
i know that i loved you
but how did we meet?

the ether of youth
ungifted, ungrafted
brutality's use
of the past and its handsomeness

black pupils show just as much
as one burning iris
you broke your windows
you know where the sky is

I always read your stuff,Colin
looking for the twist
you give in your writing
and you never disappoint
Cyn

Colin, you never stop painting these images.
I don't want you to stop. Bloody brilliance!