you shut and latched the
door behind you
for fear today would
follow you in–
to command so much
more of
you,
to sap that last drop
from you..
reserve the right
to tend to
you.
spiritual evolution
a premature deep frost
gnaws at my
bones
as i reach for comfort
to cover my
soul,
the earth turns over
under my
skin-
right where it’s
forever
been.
after the earth
shook
you rushed a
window
to observe what
remained
of outer
realm
and all its
chaos
reduced to
a hum-
consoled by
change.
on breathless
night–
we set flame to our
final page
and buried a heavy
chapter..
like relic not worth
exhuming in
this life,
then sought out
a fresh
star
to guide us with hope
to daylight.
building fires with
my hands,
atop the soil that
cakes my
nails,
upon land that
returns my
love
in
abundance.
kisses
in waves,
a riptide
like blades,
tossed then dragged
to the bottom
where unseen and
unsafe.
were leaves to sense
their fate
come season’s
shift..
would they cling
tighter
to
branch
of a tiring tree,
or just fall like they’d
been set
free?
i shade beneath
your petal..
cuts the sun
in half,
i weep like
dew..
coats garden of a
parched
past.
they said
i’d dreamt you
better than i knew
myself,
though i’ve held you
real enough
to sense your
absence
from my book
shelf.
smoke sick cars
squeal..
towards divergent
deadlines,
and i pray each finds
a one that
quells
its fear of being
left behind.
hands in the garden 
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