walking with you
turned fields
into prairies
silver poplars shiver
with the echo of light
wind gathers in the trees
I write to you
to keep you near me
the hinges of your heart
sprinkles rust like pollen
as the dark wind of your blood
squeezes through its doors
left ajar
caves will call
to the sky
sky will become
ceiling
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
the scars from our dreams
sew us together
sunlight and midnight
lines the inside
of our chests
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
you’re the moth-eaten moths of memory
the torn tapestry of my life
its seams of moonlight
scars become skin
pirouette upon rusted blades
across scorched streets
dissolve into the spray
of their own sparks
rust and ash
pollen and snow
I miss the tenderness
of being near you
your body soaked
in star and sea light
the sighs
from stroked shores
we breathe in
the dark of each other
your flame throws bird shadows
over the walls of my heart
that have never known sky