your songs shriveling
to scent
bright
as a blackbirds beak
light stuck
between your teeth
eyelashes
on fire
where you try to excavate
your encrypted heart
I wanted to touch the scars
upon your clawed at chest
your flame throws bird shadows
over the walls of my heart
that have never known sky
share the snowfall
from a streetlight with you
shoulders dusted with shine
you’re the barn owl
born from the ground bones of a bonfire
in the font turned firepit
at the heart of my crumbled cathedral
dandelions
became sunflowers
heads bowed
by the weight
of their manes
in perpetual twilight
slow as dream time
a cobweb of strings
poured from the cross
that control our limbs
ghosts aren’t only
what has been
they’re also
what never happened
echo of songs
never sung
never listened to
silhouettes pirouette
with the shadows
of marionettes
songs soft as September
whispers through the grass
curtains need the breeze
to touch the room
a little more
stars born
from the sparks
of figure skaters
figure eighting
upon the dark ice
of deep space