Wednesday, April 11, 2012


if light occludes it
then close the eyes
hone it like a blade

these belong to you:
mistakes made
during flight
your deadly stall in a high arc
gravity indiscriminate

a chest of lead, heavy things held inside
the sternal cage
hope, breath
wings, ribs
the density of real desire.

come home
come home
on silent feathers
in wine-soaked kisses
brought through night's
an alone sleeper waits
dreaming of flight

dreaming of fire
watching your cinders
fall to earth

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