underneath the throbbing roof-beam,
where no words
bend
sliver
fall
in the
subtly put
dark -
beyond **** light, i,
a falling leaf soldering to Earth
or a ****** of wind crossed
by brambly foliage and crisp sun remembers flesh in our arms and now, flailing to dance in fledgling
beat
endlessly as a secret,
a cajole of a finger
into the heart of storms,
or the rain's secret upon
pried flowers about
to set loose in the
teeth of the cold wanting
to make pale fire.