it is no coincidence
that with the passing...

If every songbird broke the dawn
With melodies untrimmed...

the ring he wore was
the only monogamy...

I wear your fingerprints on my lips,
and you have mine on your hips...

~~~
In that little meadow, we would sit and would...

aching bones prove that
having children does not keep...

~~~
open meadows dressed...

Lifted, turned upside down,
shaken and hollowed out...

I gather up the stars for you
And lay them at your feet...

I watched as the river spilled her filthy secrets...
and I saw the sun go dim with shame at the moon's...

With palms outstretched, I here admit
My life has come undone...

This broken hair clip's all I have
Of all we had in years gone by...