The Send Off

the staircase which leads
to empty clothing has been broken at last,
I have kissed the final zeppelins
from the catwalk of midnight--
their silver bellies ride over
shivering towers of mercury to your heart.

now I must return to my windowsill
and watch the breast of dawn
fall slowly from its dark blouse
while you ride on endless carousels
through my mind with a face of blood.