the hinges of your heart
sprinkles rust like pollen
as the dark wind of your blood
squeezes through its doors
left ajar
to know light from my pages
reflected into your face
sunk into the sea glass of your eyes
to know light from your face
snowed blossom into the dark
of my words
the poplars are still
silver shivers inside
ripples repeating themselves
within the pillars
of their trunks
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
I sunbathed
in your shadow
leaves become
same colour
as the fire
that made them fall
walking with you
turned fields
into prairies
a tree shakes off
a torrent of rain
dipped its head
in the sky
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
took shelter
in the shadows
beyond the lamps
bright
as a blackbirds beak
light stuck
between your teeth
eyelashes
on fire
I won’t speak to you again
I will still sing to you
songs white as whispers
same frequency as ghosts
you speak in song
sing to the robin
about how your heart
rusted red