you speak in song
sing to the robin
about how your heart
rusted red
you’re the drafts of dusk
that sifts the rusty rafters
songlines become sighlines
worn away with waking
a draft drifts
through your fingers
fields of grass
tickles your palms
muzzle of a dog
wet for a walk
dandelions detonate
within your dreams
sky wakes you
sings through
the letterbox
leaves become
same colour
as the fire
that made them fall
in another field
skylarks sleep
wings taking root
in the earth
dandelions
became sunflowers
heads bowed
by the weight
of their manes
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
the scars from our dreams
sew us together
storm in the earth
night bright
with the peeled back
bellies of leaves
begging for the blade
is love
the performers
performing for themselves
a slow show
once the wings
of the main show
packed away
instruments played gentle
as injuries
your heart
more scar than tissue now
you’re scarring the scars
star charts
blueprints
for starlings
don’t know how
to write about you anymore
I’ll let silence sing