replaced my heartbeat
with the syllables of your name
you’re the moth-eaten moths of memory
the torn tapestry of my life
its seams of moonlight
scars become skin
worn away with waking
the white of a waterfall
the moon hiding half its face
dandelions
became sunflowers
heads bowed
by the weight
of their manes
sunlight and midnight
lines the inside
of our chests
light a candle
with me
all night
we’ll watch
the lowering
of the flag
of its flame
rings made from rainfall
daylight crashes
against the skylight
woodsmoke laces the air
with the cream
of its song
your songs shriveling
to scent
where you try to excavate
your encrypted heart
I wanted to touch the scars
upon your clawed at chest
don’t know how
to write about you anymore
I’ll let silence sing
pirouette upon rusted blades
across scorched streets
dissolve into the spray
of their own sparks
rust and ash
pollen and snow
is love
the performers
performing for themselves
a slow show
once the wings
of the main show
packed away
instruments played gentle
as injuries