Ecstasy in blue,
You intertwine my skyward hands
With bird-boned kindness.
Ours is and was a worldly embrace
Underneath this blanket knitted by celestial scar-tissue,
Paper-thin I’ve become and most likely stay.
With you till things come apart a bit more.
The moth at my window who’s desperate to get in,
A flame-starved and dusty angel, you,
Too eager for the light.
Crawling through the tear in the screen with your overworked dozen legs,
Join the eye-motes haunting me
In this placid indoor breeze.
Cream words pour and puddle
Softly at the summit of my spine,
And here I find you