The snow is thin and pale today
like that girl –
you thought –
from the Home Depot –
the palette of an empty day
I think, instead
to smooth my hand along your arm
extend dominion 'cross your chest
To till the damp slope of your shoulder
in surging heat
of earthen tones
to find in winter flames
your brow, your cheek, your neck
...your mouth that way...
This is the braille I'm all about
being far-sighted
and just too close
to even focus on you –
your eyes –
and all
the loss
these days