all my taps are dripping
the sun froths and flares
a tree shakes off
a torrent of rain
dipped its head
in the sky
storm in the earth
night bright
with the peeled back
bellies of leaves
begging for the blade
you’re the leaves that foxtrot
with the tatters of a plastic bag
in the blustery corner of my deserted courtyard
become young again
twirled by the world-weary wind
that still remembers how to dance
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
curtains wait for a breeze
so they can breathe again
the hinges of your heart
sprinkles rust like pollen
as the dark wind of your blood
squeezes through its doors
left ajar
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
I miss the tenderness
of being near you
your body soaked
in star and sea light
the sighs
from stroked shores
I think of the shadows we could have created
floorboards laid together
the seams of dark between us
thick with spilled stars
a candle burned
flame sunk
into the column
of its body
tears viscous
with lives lost
cum cloudy
with ghosts
of lives
never lived
daylight crashes
against the skylight
woodsmoke laces the air
with the cream
of its song
stars born
from the sparks
of figure skaters
figure eighting
upon the dark ice
of deep space
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