still winter mornings
frozen, no one sees ice trail-
ling across my cheeks
still winter mornings
frozen, no one sees ice trail-
ling across my cheeks
a grey stone skips cross
the lake causesĀ ripples of
what was, what can be
dawn draped in shadows
whistling wind snips the candles
Death breaks and knocks thrice
a scar starred body
constellation of freckles
flesh becomes legend
crisp leaves, crisp apples
tumbling into warm sweaters
and into cold nights
your salty tears freeze
bitter wind cuts your choked scream
trees drown in your pain
dying inside you’re
devouring this heart, crunching
fat, muscle and bone
ticking human clocks
faded footprints cover earth
look-a sky of graves
Miles of golden sand
Pharaohs ruling into the
night to hazy days
Skin stretched from your touch,
I’m ripping at the seams from
loving you too much