the real to the unreal

too hot, on the bed that night
shirts off, in the phantom light
of the city, in this hardened land
skin on skin, under the ceiling fan

   one step forward on the beam of life
then one more, above the pale abyss
and onward, even, kiss for kiss
upon each eye to charm your sight

   i pray, let me enter and cease to be,
take my essence into your life,
be yourself to give birth to me,
use my stillness to ease your strife

   the scene, you on the bed tonight
complete, in the phantom light
of the city, in this fleeting land,
ever holding an empty hand