the horizon howled
snow swept the streets
silhouettes pirouette
with the shadows
of marionettes
silver poplars shiver
with the echo of light
wind gathers in the trees
I write to you
to keep you near me
curtains wait for a breeze
so they can breathe again
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
rings made from rainfall
the hinges of your heart
sprinkles rust like pollen
as the dark wind of your blood
squeezes through its doors
left ajar
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
just before the kiss
push me back into the world
like ghosts do
when the living get too close
the scent of skin
too much
they push away
because they long too much
for what they’ve lost
they want you too stay
in the world
you because
you don’t want to hold
what will be lost
curtains need the breeze
to touch the room
a little more
your heart
more scar than tissue now
you’re scarring the scars
I wonder if the candle
is sucking smoke
back into its body
dandelions
became sunflowers
heads bowed
by the weight
of their manes