I confess
it was the love of you
gave me breath
wound around middle finger
flax and straw
plucked from those nearest to sky
a pinch of light
holding lantern against sheltered corners
of myself not recognized
you were dressed in color and feeling
bequeathing underfoot a trail
of sound and touch
caught in memory
your pulse pressed against
my own frigid skin
repelling life so long … forgetful of how
to shed her jade for opacity
when it is too much I reach for
the song of you playing within my hollows
like a scoop of earth will
leave room for planting
you scatter your faith
rows of hope
to take root and turn my emptiness
lavender and mustard
fields stretching out
One glory two uses
anoint this paradox
defying gray
I see a figure in the distance
running to catch up with you
clasping hands they
take off their shoes
soft is the ground beneath their
trust
it is my darling
the story of
us