light a candle
with me
all night
we’ll watch
the lowering
of the flag
of its flame
a blizzard of butterflies
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
ghosts aren’t only
what has been
they’re also
what never happened
echo of songs
never sung
never listened to
you’re the leaves that foxtrot
with the tatters of a plastic bag
in the blustery corner of my deserted courtyard
become young again
twirled by the world-weary wind
that still remembers how to dance
rings made from rainfall
your heart
more scar than tissue now
you’re scarring the scars
scars like lips sewn shut
kiss without tongue
stars born
from the sparks
of figure skaters
figure eighting
upon the dark ice
of deep space
I think of the wish
whispered
into a wine bottle
at the end of a party
I wonder
when will it break
be set free
granted
will it be
when you most
need it
when your life
in more pieces
than the glass
than sand
in another field
skylarks sleep
wings taking root
in the earth
I miss the tenderness
of being near you
your body soaked
in star and sea light
the sighs
from stroked shores
the seabed still remembers
sunlight upon its skin
I sunbathed
in your shadow