These words
Like dreams
In breath itself
Winds my chest deep in and out.
It always finds me…
The gentle way
I watched your body unfold,
What let loose hands have been born to distressingly hold.
No heart of gold
Or pedestal to kneel-
No more pitiful fingers that I’ve longed to feel.
Once more…and without Autumn
These gasps are not sure to last-
But drift into screams that keep me awake at night.
Watching waves as they weave-
Watching you as I sleep-
Every fragment behind my eyes relives you
And cries your name
As the holy word harboring my mouth.

And these better things beat nothing as bright as stars,
Or fire;
As if you were that-burning through
The coarse edge of my fragile skin.
These days, these nights, these sights I see
Of every melting sun
Is lost inside me…
Every last nerve sings a verse I drank away for you.

I’ve dissolved.
Ash of a volcano
Where I had slept for all my years.
I miss the taste of the sunbeam that kindled on your chin.

I think of you slowly…a deep and breathing solace;
You are the providence
In which the universe revolves.