nothing but the bone
and the wind
wet through your words.
Begin in the stick time
I am dust
faceless
the wicked sands and the waters that caress the sky
air
caught
in the turning grains
I am the book of winds
the red dew
petals across my chest
I am the chaste night mountain
a coiled wind
exhaling
shadows of crystalline black
I am the mouth of Great Blue Breath
a bare scent
on parched earth
the ribbon of rising wing
kiss of god
broken
in your pale
eyes
slip into the fire’s mouth
with bells around your neck
unknot the ribbons
silk spun of stilled song
stems curled
intent on splitting the nightseams
in this theater of roses
I am covered by my nakedness
terrible living of the day
from the underbrush
a hesitancy
pours
one step beating lights below this platform
I dance through an unhinged night
where the breaking occurs
dread in the aborted word
mouth
with a slate tongue
shard
for the master of bared faces
nameless
you have pinned your burnt lips to the morning inscription
spilt vowels from pigeon wings
fractured
and come home with salt and blood thread
from the absence
I close the gate to my children
their stomping and blessing
latch on shattered glass
whisper red mornings
cast stones in ash
coiled and glazed at my feet
bridge voices in the water
I am your dark
kiss
the creation
of seas where the dead
float
upright
tilted mouths to scream
the winter grave
of night swinging through your hands
an unmarked
heredity of the hard-thrown flood
the absence of origin
lone player
singing on the trumpet’s edge
beside my night
to hone the winter prayer
what was between us
was a demand for names
when the warmth of blood
of wild dogs
was the dream of a dance
with sirens heavens
and the clotted leaves
and the clearing
mutations
between my fingers
over and over
hands red in repentance
tonight’s wings
are blue
first among voices
hovering by the night stalk
meager boundary
between us
stamp of the foot
and here I lie
thick dust and the night rhymes
in the ruins of each
spitting tongue
parched accent of the hard dirt
were you to believe
in junction of light then
I would die
the thousandth time
along the way I dropped you
and you lay
apart from creation
midday sun
severs
my tongue
you reach to the birthplace
of
