for my beautiful, creaky chair
november dawns on me
your ghost the corona of the eclipsing star.
i kiss the crown of your head & crumble to ash.
at night you dream & i am there
singing you a song of love in my deep-rooted snores.
i am the yowling cat sitting on your fence & i am scratching
yearning for the pain of your hands on my face once again.
the world is my catpost
you come out of it scathed, the cuts from which you bleed
little arrows leading me to you.
the sliver of light in your sharp toothed smile
reminds me that i am more than my torrential downpour.
i’ll blink then & february is rippling in my mind.
keep the rain, i said. to see your reflection in every drop.
your face is on the screen & your guitar is in my hands
i play the only song i know the tune of your body.
the beat of my heart the drum the silence the strings.
the shadows in my dizzy spots are dancing.
they form the shapes on your face
that i hope are love.
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