eulogy

i.

for the way the curve of your

stomach looks when light cuts 

across it from your window

like marble

ii.

the joy of your body in a doorframe

expectant 

with waiting eyes

iii.

stained windows

lighting the candles

behind stained

window eyes

flicker

iv.

your jolting manner of falling 

asleep in jagged

spurts your visible

pulse the curve of

an inner thigh like a wind 

washed shell

v.

wanting to stay in a state of perpetual

motion to nowhere in particular

vi. 

staring with abandon your eyes closed

vii. 

staring with abandon your eyes open

viii. 

the box under my bed

bursting with time

will give up, wither
eventually