my eclipse reveals what the moon is dreaming    the shine of what cannot be gathered

the wound her cheek left on the moon longs to be still alive

the way to see light was once in the sky    and the moon bright with forgetting

little child where the moon hides her blood    passes through my heart

i love when it rains an open sky    mountain silently watching inside

how shall i speak to the fingers of your name as they sow my blood and water

men used as graveyards    nothing left of nothing    my hands unravelling inside

a fire as small as my sleep in your side    is the eye of the heart

the dream outside of me i somehow startled    a brightness i did not do

my light hangs from the sky like death in a hive    like salt opening its hand

blue is brave    like speaking from the space inside a seed    like night on god

child to the thirsty sea    do not teach but draw me

the tenderness of a stem in my mouth :: what cannot be gathered from your eyes

when do we risk becoming a river isn't a question of desire

because the clear song of the sky must be preserved my roof melts away in the cold

when started i was dust    dew filled with moon    fire in an unformed mouth

how did crows in a sky that has never been become the light of the world

we undress together    down to our satchel of lost poems    refusing to be more than alive

a corpse knows nothing about its garden    the way we live is not even dying

the two ends of the sky hang from one stark tree    a day too cold to plant death

yearning for the honey of the sadness of your skin    i give in to the moon in the window

in this garden that grows what cannot be acquired    my darkness quivers with snow