Under your palm
Arrow’s lake stamps beside your name
Thumb ‘cross the lines
Test its weight and you begin to rise
Levitate
Its enough to lay beside
Remain awake
Perfume rises and lingers from the lines
Pulls her curls across your eyes
Pacifies and replaces the hollow that she makes
When she’s worlds away
Hunched over now
Reciprocate
A garland made in autumn shapes
Her hazel eyes
New to taste
Swallowing the rhyme
Shiver shake
Notion crystallized
Kiss contained
Buttoned down inside
My blue ink
Turning over each phrase in your lidded eyes
Heavy on the midnight hour
Write a way ever further down inside her name
But she’s worlds away
It means so much to try
Though it’s bitter every time
In the violence of the wait
Crawling cross the page
To the desolation gate
And the persimmon tree
Oh bird I’ve never seen
Return her on your speckled wing to me Return her back to me