(1.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
when autumn comes
I may forget
the smell of nettles<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but when it gets cold<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will forever recall
how your hair
broke in silver waves
upon these shores of skin<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and left me
shipwrecked<\/p>\n\n\n\n
in this dream
of breath
and bone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(starlings murmurate
to stay warm
and as protection against predators<\/p>\n\n\n\n
maybe that is why
memories of you
dance me dizzy
at every bruising of the blue.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(2.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
at noon<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the carpenter bees
rest on islands of allium<\/p>\n\n\n\n
earthly
sighs
of
relief<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that drift dearly
ever deeper
in hazelnut shade<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I suppose
these buzzing splinters of a void
too must dream<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of windsong<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the eternal call
of timedrenched gods
in need of pollinating<\/p>\n\n\n\n
grief whispers<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“best to let them rest.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and for once<\/p>\n\n\n\n
we agree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(3.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
sundown
prunes with tender hand
the shadows of our garden<\/p>\n\n\n\n
we drink blackcurrant soda
as the southern wall
hums a summer’s glow
at every omission of dress<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and the cat
curled up
in an old fruitbasket
sings softly to us
of her troubles
as she labors
through shallows
of sleep<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and the bats
to whom night
is not
a non-Newtonian fluid
tumble
in
and
out
of existence overhead<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and<\/p>\n\n\n\n
all is well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(4.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
like pepper
from
the vine<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you
would melt the sun
into nightfall
upon tongue<\/p>\n\n\n\n
breaching me
with your heat<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you braided your flame to my veins<\/p>\n\n\n\n
because in my skin alone
I was chasm
and void
jagged and cold<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but tangled up in you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
there I was lapis<\/p>\n\n\n\n
liquid
and
wild
ocean stone
rippling gold
with the weight
of a beloved reflection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(5.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
my ephemeral immortal<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you
were lightning
in a storm of pollen<\/p>\n\n\n\n
grief
in a galaxy of lovesome oath<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you
were the ache
that set all of amnion abloom<\/p>\n\n\n\n
so here’s to you<\/p>\n\n\n\n
goodnight<\/p>\n\n\n\n
my love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ll be there soon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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