Disappearing
into the possibility of you
It’s there that I find myself
in relief
an outline
against your shape
a shadow
beneath your form
Stretched diagonal
long and brittle
from a late afternoon Winter sun
As you walk the concrete
in some other land
Maybe you smile
God and angel
One and none
†
If only
your palm
could tilt
the back of my head
fingers threading through my hair
chin to tip
Shatter and crumble
I would turn to vapor
and you could breathe me in
Melting to ore in your blood
I can burn
through your heart
become the pulse
that throbs
at the bottom of your throat
†
Silhouettes of crows
coagulate, roost
in synaptic branches
black oil that catches your eye
inky blots clotting bare,
white limbs
clutch your thoughts
with warm talons, passerine
silky and ashen
from static cold
Makes you feel the ache
for things you never lived
†
I watch, sadistic
your spirit bleeding soulfire
drips down your neck
golden, glowing
searing a ridge down your skin
And when you trace the scar
you will mourn a memory
you never had with me
And you will want to whisper a name
that you can’t recall
†
Weep on the lap of loneliness
Claw into her skirts
and scream
A cavity in which the absence
echoes into pain so exquisite
It makes you laugh
because you know
that never meeting
is better than not knowing this void
And that the black hollow
we make
by being cleaved
is something holier
than love