Eclipsed
they enter into
tawny pocket rims
behind stained orange
glass straining to stop light
rays of sun of cosmic aureoles
too bright to bear the breath wanes
he saw for the first time recovering his
pulse shooting synapses of amber frozen
in that moment in that perfect moment realized
not wanting to let go of that silence that moment
that sounded of breath beating over craters of aurora
they belonged he nodded stroked the desktop smooth
in the smoke-scented room the room he sat in burnt with
ocher training over the keypad fingers unclenching letters
imperceptibly nodding watching over the spectacle of boot flesh
made-up irises now blue now hazel now violet now the cross reflecting
golden on pink fabric slightly worn at the shoulder from
carrying her satchel