hyphenating light

in a breaking Heart.

the softening gyres

of silence...comely as

balloons around the

wrists of tree limbs.

reviewing the terrible

pull of a string let go.

a deflated head made

of color.

spotted by a solitariness,

that wind rushes away

from.

as it moves it.

the skeletal roil

of sped light,

is a solution to

be imbibed only

when eyelashes

meet like feathers...

and the body becomes

a rendezvous.