light soaked into
a longed-for letter
never sent
never written
silver poplars shiver
with the echo of light
wind gathers in the trees
watched the wind
read the fields
each blade of grass
a word
smoke splices its tongue
more surface area
to taste the dark
you’re the moth-eaten moths of memory
the torn tapestry of my life
its seams of moonlight
scars become skin
where you try to excavate
your encrypted heart
I wanted to touch the scars
upon your clawed at chest
storm in the earth
night bright
with the peeled back
bellies of leaves
begging for the blade
stilled by all the sunlight
held in your skin
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
a draft drifts
through your fingers
fields of grass
tickles your palms
muzzle of a dog
wet for a walk
dandelions detonate
within your dreams
sky wakes you
sings through
the letterbox
stars born
from the sparks
of figure skaters
figure eighting
upon the dark ice
of deep space
I write to you
to keep you near me
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 miss the tenderness
of being near you
your body soaked
in star and sea light
the sighs
from stroked shores