waiting for water to boil in the dark,
and the moon
did sweep under me
as flame atop stove
does curl beneath kettle
and I was struck
by a whispering
of the birds of my tears
cat standing beside me
so high rose I
so low I fell
and then the

beauty was

silent
and blue

and the only utterings
were a flame
atop a stove

so bring me tea
bring me coffee
so I may see
and lift the kindred hearts
from beneath the soil
and let me beseech them
this:

love unto me

as only

I will

as only

I can


as only I am