A withered flower waving like a wand
tender as time on a wing of wind
a bird of breath
the handwriting of god
your name
a feather on my tongue
a giggle of rain on the skin of a spirit
the peace of a guitar string with listening eyes
the curl of light
lovers in a pawn shop of dreams
the scowl of a scar
utterances in the blood
where the sun worships our cheekbones
a chin kissing the sky
a timbre of voice
to be with and away
the telescope of touch
the hiss of hurt
shoplifting breath in the smog of a war
a heaven, where everyone is houseless
soft glances
stanzas of planets dancing
all is
will be
as it was
tiny laurels of love
may your thoughts never betray you