220px-Beethoven_-_Concerto_in_C_minor,_cadenza.pngWhat is life?
but a pinch
a child’s voice garbled underwater
sinking like stone’s cadenza wish
for more or less
but just
this round
made with cupped hands
holding cream in meshed fingers
lift me over the wall
what do we discover?
in gardens walked with made
I have been unable to let you out of my blood
you are the circle of red wrapped around my wrist
a memory of starting point
whistling in cold pirouetting trees
I light an amber fire
to keep you from passing by
don’t stop
don’t call my name
cool the snare about my self
I may recognize
I may respond
It was ever my way
you had my brine rubbed into permanence
I was pricked on the thumb
the cast of fate showing me our join
a thin silver line not wide enough
to separate us
the villain lies in that ache
birthing longing on your shore
will you pull me closer
stitch ever, the bind fastening
a snatch of braid
wound like ivy to darken
descended skies
in timerous pause