miss the sea glass
crumbling sunlight
in your eyes
knowing fire
through the smoke
of your songs
the tantrums
of your tenderness
how your steps
slowed
to match mine
storm in the earth
night bright
with the peeled back
bellies of leaves
begging for the blade
took shelter
in the shadows
beyond the lamps
the susurrus
of your lost
long song
the smoke
of my soul
I miss the tenderness
of being near you
your body soaked
in star and sea light
the sighs
from stroked shores
I wonder if the candle
is sucking smoke
back into its body
fairy lights flickered
when no one was watching
woodsmoke curled to sleep
in the grass
share the snowfall
from a streetlight with you
shoulders dusted with shine
your heart
more scar than tissue now
you’re scarring the scars
glass the gatekeeper
asks the sky
if they’re on the list
curtains need the breeze
to touch the room
a little more
I like how the last of the light
lingers in the tree outside my window
clings to all its small leaves
clinging to the branches
heart a grate
full with ash
carried out
to the garden
on a warm
windy night
lamps wore away
at the dark