caught in my throat
between a grab for
air and a wail.

is leftover, you.

easy panic runs
me . please hold me here.
This moment of
pain.

just here I can understand
letting go and holding on.

to breath and then weep
or weep and never breathe
again.

disappearing me

into grey veil carrying birds

inland to roost

hurling stones
from the shore
at something that
was never
there before

it's making from
our collision
that sparked the heat
and giddy
confusion

though we spent
time and ourselves
taking dreams
down from dusty
shelves

love remains the arc
of the journey not in
the sinking when you
hurt me

green covered in brown

a tease wears her wooden dress

swelling in sun

swaying in the wind

flowers are keeping the time

bells and trumpets play

crushed fruits
ferments to wine
barrel makes flavours

as so, are we concocted,
and coopered by love