January 20, 2015

eos

when your eyelashes curl i forget
and then your hazel shoots straight, marble hard, stinging flashes
and pierced by this i forget again and this is understandable
and your hands are fine.

when your fingers slip slim and precise,
practiced, into spaces between night and dawn, places of hush or murmur, 
that golden ring spreads peached air upon
our now dewed, now heavy and i have no memory

and this is a day, again

January 19, 2015

windows

that sky is icewater white as
            once your hair was above, pulled, pushed, dropping rain
your rain that seethed and balmed.
            i remember our bed
and i burned and froze at afternoon, at night
blankets back to that touch


i slice a new window open and
               efficient heaters blow back against wind's push, 
devious wind's tongues hissing mosaic skin rhythms and
               i am alone in bed. 
and again i freeze and burn at afternoon, at night
blankets back to this touch