You're less haunted now
When I'm saying hello
And plaiting your digits
With interest, building up some breeds
Of investment
Love-mucked monies
And personal assessment.

Tonight it storms.

It's just me and some crystals dulling each other
Perhaps I should
Offer them not as token
Of some sacred meaning or opaque dreaming
But as trace, as gleaming teeth
Might beam at another lover
In a silkscreen scene
That I let air every now and again.