For A Jester
A man stumbles in from the heat of a winter.
A spirit to quell his own glistening like ocean-light
Spills from a bloody lower lip
In remembrance of a lover’s taste.
A frantic hat misses a niche
And a timid coat hangs in the air,
Arms open wanting its lover.
Somewhere there is the voice of a woman,
She laughs like she had laughed for him-