Still heart

Still heart, do you pump?

Do you still stretch for the old reveries
Beyond the dark?

And when you can no longer trace
The unmoving star, do you still falter
In silence?

Tasting the warmth 
Of your favourite shadow;

Wearing your cool veins purple and
Thin like calamity veil—

A season's brooding
On tusk-white skin, and I hear you:
Soft with palpitation; loud as a dream.

Dale Chou
2012-09-10