your songs shriveling
to scent
bright
as a blackbirds beak
light stuck
between your teeth
eyelashes
on fire
scarred skin
doesn’t collapse
when carved
you’re the last light of the year
the late light of the day
that touches the old fire
that still clings to the tips of the trees
in my haunted park
star charts
blueprints
for starlings
stilled by all the sunlight
held in your skin
the scars from our dreams
sew us together
worn away with waking
silver poplars shiver
with the echo of light
wind gathers in the trees
I write to you
to keep you near me
took shelter
in the shadows
beyond the lamps
a tree shakes off
a torrent of rain
dipped its head
in the sky
storm in the earth
night bright
with the peeled back
bellies of leaves
begging for the blade
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