Aztec tombs

My lover sleeps in great Aztec tombs

lying still as unsung honor

gray gold reeds hum 

with his voice 

still tired

guide me to the sunset

and I know that this loss 

is lost forever 

as far away from me now 

as it was then. 

He still laughs for me through the flowers. 

clever yellow Narcissus

they told me to find him again in a new name

new face

another life

I follow the black dog

I listen to the rain