O Terrifying Empty Love,
I have bared my heart
to Your pistol
(Every bullet tears a hole
to let the light in).
Shivering,
I move slowly into vast white aching space
and uncurl my raw thin fingers
(so weak from all their grasping)
just far enough to accept Your lips
against my palm.
Your eyes are kind, and
These bandages you carry
are drenched in music,
warm with light.
I'd forgotten how soft
Your hands are.
Tears drench us both -
Sweet sympathy.
You wrap me in a blanket woven
from What Remains.
The Spark of What Will Be
Keeps me warm, and I am drowsing.
When I have slept,
Carry me on a bed of earth and feathers
to Your kitchen -
Teach me to make breakfast
from my gratitude.