Resting Orders

Resting only in order to rest

Permanently

In the damp dry earth

Where the vampires sing

And roots wrap around ankles throats and wrists

Resting in order to speak tomorrow

To maintain contact

With your sore eyes

And perhaps undress my veins

Offering my pulse

Haunted yet ripe

Resting in a place that I’d rather not

But that is designated as

The place of rest

Surfaces of different kinds

Hard ones that I could smash my head

Soft ones that would hold it after

Resting so that you’ll come back to me

Back to my beckon through city glass

To rest your hands on my rested body

And trace my breath

Mourning night

As we rest in peace

Not completely

Not just yet

But rested enough

Until next time

When I rest in order to rest

Resting order

tomorrows little death.