daylight crashes
against the skylight
woodsmoke laces the air
with the cream
of its song
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
dandelions
became sunflowers
heads bowed
by the weight
of their manes
pirouette upon rusted blades
across scorched streets
dissolve into the spray
of their own sparks
rust and ash
pollen and snow
the white of a waterfall
the moon hiding half its face
your flame throws bird shadows
over the walls of my heart
that have never known sky
rings made from rainfall
songs soft as September
whispers through the grass
I think of the wish
whispered
into a wine bottle
at the end of a party
I wonder
when will it break
be set free
granted
will it be
when you most
need it
when your life
in more pieces
than the glass
than sand
I see you
the suits of shadows
lined with gold
the ones
who hollow you out
leave a cave
for another
to place
a candle in
I sunbathed
in your shadow
I won’t speak to you again
I will still sing to you
songs white as whispers
same frequency as ghosts
storm in the earth
night bright
with the peeled back
bellies of leaves
begging for the blade