rooms lit by storms
and midnight snow
my hand a sparrow
dreaming in the bowl
of your palm
in perpetual twilight
slow as dream time
light a candle
with me
all night
we’ll watch
the lowering
of the flag
of its flame
sunlight and midnight
lines the inside
of our chests
lost
what I’ve not even
found
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
lamps wore away
at the dark
sparrows dream songs
within the walls
the susurrus
of your lost
long song
the smoke
of my soul
pirouette upon rusted blades
across scorched streets
dissolve into the spray
of their own sparks
rust and ash
pollen and snow
smoke splices its tongue
more surface area
to taste the dark
snow leopard
born from a dead fire
after snow
sprinkled its spell
upon it
fur of flint
so cold
you don’t spark
the ghost of green
haunts your eyes
as you haunt the mountains
everything is ash
fire whispers to you
in your dreams
you haunt the mountains
of my mind
carry secrets through storms
piss upon rocks
the scent of smoke
no matter how long it takes
endure the cold stare of stars
find my fire
let us see green again
by looking into each other’s eyes
I miss the tenderness
of being near you
your body soaked
in star and sea light
the sighs
from stroked shores