Waterforest

It hang by the kitchen wall
Brute sober bathed in soot
Like the diabolical cast of a tree on a
amoonless night.
It's hollow eyes stare on emotionlessly
like the dark sad mouth of a cave.
It's lips open in 'a hallowed' pout
Like fish in its dead state.
His face is frowned
like the scar of a nimbus cloud on the sky.
He has a soft hidden smile
like he feels a need to loving.
Maybe once he too loved, was loved?
Do you feel his incorporeal life?
Do you feel his harmless imposing nature?
The beauty of ugly!
That draws you ever so near
that subtle attraction to such ugly
that made it hang there all ever, The mask.

For long I have known you
Of your baby milk aura
And I come to dream too
Of that that was you…
Though time has passed
And we have transformed somewhat
Part of your old self I still see
That part that defies fading
That grace of faded things.
Some of you that peeled away
Rid you of what I loathed about you
And left me a clean fade
And drew me nearer you
Where we both fade in union
Beyond eye measure
Into a space of selfless spoil
To dwell unredeemable
From the perfect we share
We faded into each other