eyes glitter gold,
I’m cold and waiting
for you. Waiting for
the sun to rise, and
melt this sorrow from
my bones.
Writer in San Francisco, CA
in fire, across a mountainscape,
across buried souls in bodies
and bones. A silent cry, silver
tail follows, in an instant
there, gone, fading light swallowed
by the dark.
silver and gold. ice ice ice
everywhere and fresh. soft
clothes, loose, comfortable
and loud, glittering
glittering
star dreams chasing,
tastes like caramel, sweet
and thick.
the morning star? I am here, listening
to the roll of the globe under my feet
hard-pressed and sore.