And Then

And Then

One nerve ending from oblivion we stand or sit
lie or walk, a misfiring synapse from gone.
He said what follows just before he was.

Clouds passed over the eyes that had been
a life of sky, mine raining on his left hand.
As it briefly tightened

he described what we would say was a fly
buzzing -- an erratic path down what seemed
the hallway of another world.

c. Ciprianowords Inc., 2010

Skyscrapers

Skyscrapers

Behind you two men with briefcases heatedly discussed
something that does not matter. In the scheme of things.
Squinting, shutting your right eye, stepping slowly left
as I instructed, holding -- from swaying into a taxi's path

-- you. Laughed.
Because you got it as it happened. You saw it, as I did.
We saw them align. Together. Howard Roark tossed his
sheets aside and leapt out of bed. I turned to your throat

kissing it for the first time ever, as your gaze never altered.
Laughing with me drowning everything that does not --

c. Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010

Last Thought

Last Thought

We are my last thought.
In the interim sharing much
of whatever now should mean.

The opposite of regret, a rock
on a tomb, sealing nothing.
Heels kicking sand to a sky.

Wings on the thermal. Leaves
drinking sunlight. Clouds ready.
Canyons in a yawn, thirsty.

Everything, forever pointing in
icicles, late in the year. Saying
one will think this, for two.

c. Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010