the rain bleeds
ice on sheets
blankets in twists
i could be
between a muse and a fence
buckled beneath
words and rhythm
new questions
blanket hesitation
i ring into
words i thought
you speak in night
and i feel nothing but
warmth in circles
longing in crevices
i fill the void with blood
of scars you left
on a riverside sunset
i feel in time
your words against my ribs
like nails on chalkboard
edges carved
left from right
and eyes sat
between sunset and midnight
words on a bed
emotions tampered
in the yellow tint of the eve
i spoke to you
in wind
in feeling
in the droplets on your window
i speak and i spoke
i reel and i follow
i’ll always remember
your face on the first
face on the last
how i said your name
how i forgave
the little things
the heartache
a stomach in daze
like velvet on fiber cloth
your twists
the pillows
our fingertips
still in motion
in a parallel universe