all my taps are dripping
the sun froths and flares
I sunbathed
in your shadow
I miss the tenderness
of being near you
your body soaked
in star and sea light
the sighs
from stroked shores
you’re the green fronds of fire
that grouts the cobbled back streets of my heart
the bright butterflies still being born
from the braided shadows of brambles
blossom become sentient
I see you
the suits of shadows
lined with gold
light soaked into
a longed-for letter
never sent
never written
miss the sea glass
crumbling sunlight
in your eyes
knowing fire
through the smoke
of your songs
the tantrums
of your tenderness
how your steps
slowed
to match mine
don’t know how
to write about you anymore
I’ll let silence sing
your heart
more scar than tissue now
you’re scarring the scars
stars born
from the sparks
of figure skaters
figure eighting
upon the dark ice
of deep space
star charts
blueprints
for starlings
beneath summer sun
share the shadow
of a brolly with you
within its soft circle
we’ll listen to the rain
in each other
watched the wind
read the fields
each blade of grass
a word
storm in the earth
night bright
with the peeled back
bellies of leaves
begging for the blade