Rainbow

Stained reflections. Dripping oiled rainbows,
Dry as the ice burning in my palm.
Footprints through the browning Autumn trail
Trembling winter bus-stop-poles, creaking signs
Your face-- bright and glossy. Always abstract.

Pulled like a puppet, I wonder:
"Where are my eyes?"
Bloodied and bruised with streaks of emerald and jade?

No.
The answer is much quieter than that.

Lost in sweet-smelling locks, warm sun-kissed skin.
My cheeks are white and parched.
My lips are reddened and stretched
Over the bones of my illusions.

And the soft white skeletal flecks
Dissolve into those oiled puddles like chalk.
Magenta tears, Golden wounds, Cobalt shame,
Graying hope.

I have lost you.