Apparitions of sable souls
in the flame. The cool
of sea, green murk (and seaweed)
in gleaming porcelain white
a long drawn thread of neon fire
The ship sets sail. No champagne
nor steam, no christening of names
just a tenacious swimmer
faceless
in ocean of kindred souls
cloned intent turned to the light
a sunflower cataclysm
Amorphous solitude
a bobbing hull a taut string
a blazing torch lifted
in furtive waves
(is there anyone alive out there?)
A flicker.
a nod an
Ecstasy! of blossoms in fragrant combustion
down the Loy Krathong
Flare. A hasty retreat
the salt the water stinging
unopened wounds, air green
with silent acknowledgement
thick rapture
in watery conflagration
two petals kiss
a spasm. a flash. a
Door Slams.
sound of turbulent water
wrung in wet footsteps
is the night.