sky packed too tight
bruised blue
needs to split itself open
thunder the wedge
hammered into the heart
of the stone
of the sky
glass the gatekeeper
asks the sky
if they’re on the list
my sight sand-blasted
I see deserts
stared at by the sun
for too long
oceans of slow glass
a sea of seals
diving into each other’s
molten bodies
rings made from rainfall
the ones
who hollow you out
leave a cave
for another
to place
a candle in
a tree shakes off
a torrent of rain
dipped its head
in the sky
use the scarred skin
of your heart
to scratch a match
awake
then light a candle
in the cave
reveal the stalagmite
and stalactite stretching
dripping
towards each other
eventually
the tips of their tongues
will touch
spark at the heart
of the dark
they share
took shelter
in the shadows
beyond the lamps
in perpetual twilight
slow as dream time
sunlight and midnight
lines the inside
of our chests
the ghost of fireflies
froth from the fractured minds
of the thistles
the burning breeze
flakes the fields
stilled by all the sunlight
held in your skin
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
bells hold onto
all the peals struck
from the dark
of their bodies
a forever home for shadows
hung in the wind
that whips whispers
from their stillness