And to think-
to remember in these ten seconds-
that we screamed till our throats
were torn and tattered.
Now knowing none of it
was necessary
and regretting how righteous
it felt ripping out the pages
we could have written to fill the blankness
before darkness came down with its iron fist.

Crisp, cold winds dance up a creaking trunk
lingering on the neck before tracing their way up the branches.
Leaning into the cold bark
interlacing long fingered gusts between outstretched buds.
The last leaves still clinging
quiver and drift away in swirling arcs.
A new dew rests upon shaking skin
glassy, smooth and sharp.
Whorling zephyrs drifting further
finding new flirtations in the night.

Whether I open my mouth and
doves fly out
or broken beetles,
black as
ink,
whether you hear it as a
song or as a
woe
as a cage being open &
40 wings flying out

I'll open my mouth and let it out
and you'll be there to listen,
or to cry,
and I'll finally be able to tell you
show you
the animals
that stir in me

you can watch them fly by-
be haunted by their
blur
or you can slow yourself
pace yourself
hear yourself
watching a telltale herd

Whether you take it as a song
or as a woe
at least the corral will be
unleashed and
you will finally
know.

When I miss you,
I feel a tingle down my spine
The kind you'd caress with your finger
As you show me you're mine

When I miss you,
I hear the rustle of an autumn leaf
Scraping on the pavements we walked
As you'd started to become my heart thief

When I miss you,
I look into the mirror and see
The pixels of definition the reflection encompasses
As identical and truthful as you = me

When you feel your bones
Mending,
To make room for the sadness
That will comfort your heart.
Don't worry when you cannot find  my help.
I am always yours.
So sweetly,
So still, do I lie in the
Arch of your back. Dear,
I will rest in your eyes until all you see is honest.