stars born
from the sparks
of figure skaters
figure eighting
upon the dark ice
of deep space
silver poplars shiver
with the echo of light
wind gathers in the trees
summer did not live
in that summerhouse
winter and spring
braided themselves there
my sight sand-blasted
I see deserts
stared at by the sun
for too long
oceans of slow glass
a sea of seals
diving into each other’s
molten bodies
I miss the tenderness
of being near you
your body soaked
in star and sea light
the sighs
from stroked shores
you are the stained light
staining the stone
the church ceiling
crumbled into cabbage whites
shadows shattered
into black butterflies
sky packed too tight
bruised blue
needs to split itself open
thunder the wedge
hammered into the heart
of the stone
of the sky
scars like lips sewn shut
kiss without tongue
scarred skin
doesn’t collapse
when carved
rings made from rainfall
took shelter
in the shadows
beyond the lamps
smoke splices its tongue
more surface area
to taste the dark
where you try to excavate
your encrypted heart
I wanted to touch the scars
upon your clawed at chest
the ghost of fireflies
froth from the fractured minds
of the thistles
the burning breeze
flakes the fields