“your heart is a fledgling.”
that’s what you said
eyes wandering to shoulders
shadow elongated
the celestials watching

bent lovers
that’s what we were
mining hearts
coaled pickers
turncoats turning

probes we were
shucking layers
wasting skins on
lampshades
and good boots

timetable schedules
lost the sight
fingernails in fidget
against palms
sketching symbols

thought of Barcelona
dreamed down
went into Babylon’s Garden
your face
in the Euphrates beaming

two
days
souls gone quiet
heads cirrostratus
corpses fold into arms

memory travels
sideways
inception looms
teeth reach
miss

too lingering
this
waterways left parallel
cryin’ at the moon
“all things end.” I said.