I pour myself out
at your feet
you keep walking

stellar masses collide
beyond you; they silhouette
your ethos, slip loose your
hair—
they pattern your fingertips
and colour your
sigh

their flame:
a colossus
in your eyes.

she grew forests in her sleep
because she feared the deeper greens
thought too much for the fallen leaves
remembered too little of the planted seeds

and walked too far from her heeled step march

she sang alone on a path asking of two
she skipped the thought of thinking of you

sweetly swimming
in the colder tides of
emptiness—
tidier than the backseat and
your umbrellas; tidier
than the rolling crests of
suburbia;
tidied by the frayed smoothness
of sea.

she was temporal;
she poured like a loon and
splashed on
warmer and blanketed white;

the folds crackled;
she disaffected—

that colour,
acquitted in your
smile,

that time,
quieted in your
softness,

that coldness, tacit
in your
hands).

i dream to sleep on gasoline
where dollars can pay my conscience clean

curl, wind:
or wind over me—
but closing and hinging
on this bluer softness,
over the wending,
wooden handles:
curl, wind.

frightened, like colder
clouding sunlight,

like windows
of shadow and blue,

colder
shadowing sunlight,

like widows
of frightened blue

i pasted your love to the window:

blue, clouding sunlight.

i.

I wish there was a melody
To the way you curve your mouth
Or a beat to sound mine steadily
That could match the style of your road routes
Maybe the asphalt slows your thoughts
And miles help your dad sleep sound
Knowing you can leave far from his reach
And flip your coins on gasoline
Instead of 16 lotto tickets
In hopes to win your way out

a.n.