to know light from my pages
reflected into your face
sunk into the sea glass of your eyes
to know light from your face
snowed blossom into the dark
of my words
the hinges of your heart
sprinkles rust like pollen
as the dark wind of your blood
squeezes through its doors
left ajar
a cobweb of strings
poured from the cross
that control our limbs
the scars from our dreams
sew us together
don’t know how
to write about you anymore
I’ll let silence sing
is love
the performers
performing for themselves
a slow show
once the wings
of the main show
packed away
instruments played gentle
as injuries
we breathe in
the dark of each other
lost
what I’ve not even
found
your songs shriveling
to scent
a candle burned
flame sunk
into the column
of its body
tears viscous
with lives lost
cum cloudy
with ghosts
of lives
never lived
star charts
blueprints
for starlings
fairy lights flickered
when no one was watching
woodsmoke curled to sleep
in the grass
I won’t speak to you again
I will still sing to you
songs white as whispers
same frequency as ghosts
bright
as a blackbirds beak
light stuck
between your teeth
eyelashes
on fire