night frosts my
eyelids
while
i search
as if you can’t
be found,
i part the
sky
so you can’t
hide
then motion you
on down.
abstract
i melted into
you
and felt that
ache
as though i
caused
it,
then tried to
soothe
it
in ways that robbed
you of the
chance
to better know
yourself.
don’t raise
me
from this raging river
with your
wings
untill i’ve mastered
swimming..
please leave me to
my treading.
all powdered lawns
and lowered
blinds
as i drift down
unclear
path
towards frosty
field
coated like a
weighted
blanket
i’d hibernate
beneath.
fully
unveiled
i reveal a
tail
and scaly hide beneath
my supple pink,
bleeding colors
yet to be
seen
if only
in dreams.
i’d swap this
thought
for a little inward
space
to
invade-
to never find my
way back
into
human mind,
getting
lost–
at a loss
again.
you came ribbon
wrapped
in shiny
paper
begging to
be torn,
though all i did
was stare
as not to
disturb
perfection
adorned.
drying under
moon,
can’t spot our
reflection
where we were painted
in the sky with
spilt milk,
coasting into
dawn,
in search of
graceful
song
to lament the
downed sky
we both
built.
i’m
blessed
to hear your
deepest,
to watch you
blush
in
your
nakedness,
i’ve watched your
eyes kiss the
mirror
in bursts
of self adoration-
smiling to
myself.
shadow on the
window
sill
says nothing yet
rules me
still
by granting my
childest
desires-
by absolving
tears on
fire.
hands in the garden 
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