“When I think of you, fireflies in the marsh rise like the soul’s jewels,
Lost to eternal longing, abandoning my body.”* —Izumi Shikibu

I don’t know the Sun
but
outside I have
made a mess of things
and
the days have gone
slow fleeting

You should know I’d swallow
You entirely
and the wind is
a formless deity

I **** my tongue to you.

**We don’t know where
a poem goes when its forgotten
Perhaps like love it sleeps
in the recesses of our soul
And awakes in the boundaries
of our pain.