The river wrapped around your ankles As I willed you to stay Tilting over the drowsy mountaintops For just one more winsome glance You stumbled over canyons, fell over forests And the river let you be
Uttering praises upon your fair skin Your dark hair hallowed as sacred These half deserted dawns mean nothing underneath the weight of your alabaster palms and wrists Looks of a foreign tragedy without translation You are sacred transparency An unknowable thing Just as we are beneath ourselves
Where I dwell now Beneath the busy streets Inside jealous palms Atop of an echo I'm still in the solitude of spring and like a spider curling in on itself, I depart