we breathe in
the dark of each other
glass the gatekeeper
asks the sky
if they’re on the list
storm in the earth
night bright
with the peeled back
bellies of leaves
begging for the blade
silver poplars shiver
with the echo of light
wind gathers in the trees
you’re the moth-eaten moths of memory
the torn tapestry of my life
its seams of moonlight
scars become skin
snow leopard
born from a dead fire
after snow
sprinkled its spell
upon it
fur of flint
so cold
you don’t spark
the ghost of green
haunts your eyes
as you haunt the mountains
everything is ash
fire whispers to you
in your dreams
you haunt the mountains
of my mind
carry secrets through storms
piss upon rocks
the scent of smoke
no matter how long it takes
endure the cold stare of stars
find my fire
let us see green again
by looking into each other’s eyes
you’re the drafts of dusk
that sifts the rusty rafters
songlines become sighlines
the white of a waterfall
the moon hiding half its face
smoke splices its tongue
more surface area
to taste the dark
the ghost of fireflies
froth from the fractured minds
of the thistles
the burning breeze
flakes the fields
I don’t think about the thorns
I think about the blackberries
of your love
how they reveal the labyrinths
of my fingerprints
that touches the dark
trying to find your face
in perpetual twilight
slow as dream time
your flame throws bird shadows
over the walls of my heart
that have never known sky
my hand a sparrow
dreaming in the bowl
of your palm