pirouette upon rusted blades
across scorched streets
dissolve into the spray
of their own sparks
rust and ash
pollen and snow
I won’t speak to you again
I will still sing to you
songs white as whispers
same frequency as ghosts
silhouettes pirouette
with the shadows
of marionettes
all my taps are dripping
the sun froths and flares
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
bright
as a blackbirds beak
light stuck
between your teeth
eyelashes
on fire
a candle burned
flame sunk
into the column
of its body
tears viscous
with lives lost
cum cloudy
with ghosts
of lives
never lived
your heart
more scar than tissue now
you’re scarring the scars
words brighter
than the paper
they scar
I wonder if the candle
is sucking smoke
back into its body
storm in the earth
night bright
with the peeled back
bellies of leaves
begging for the blade
the seabed still remembers
sunlight upon its skin
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
close the gate gentle
make it chime
close it like a delicate thing
as if just leaving
looking in
upon a sleeping child
isn’t that how hearts
should be handled
footsteps made faint
by grass
no knock required
no doorbell
rattling the rooms
just the soft cry
of a rusted hinge