Snapshot

I run unreal fingers through your hair, take

Straw-like handfuls of greying quiff

in sycophantic sustenance

for these miles of rudely decaying ligaments

I brush past as you, all you, stands before me in surrender

Deep within this greyness there is a man

I am determined to find,

I have dived into deepest ocean of emotion

Have climbed Everest twice over on avalanches

Of Cyrillic

Have pulled apart each pinched inch

Of all that you were and are and will be

And still no definite

You are not here. All that is

Left

Is the solitary beat of my heart

And the Sisyphantic rolls of rrr

I cannot pull from my tongue

And the sand-mud embedded in the soles of each shoe

And buildings potmarked like skin

But I have your picture in hexagon, stretched

T a u t

Across my guillotine of neck

And thus, we save each other