So sweetly,
cigarette smoke
matches the sinew-
ous swirls of
your dress, blowing
in the summer sunset;
The fall rolls in,
on cold air’s broad wings.
My skin,
belongs to you,
and my bones will stutter.
Set rhythm to our teeth
parade,
Our tongues, dance under back lighting.
A snowglobe of water drops:
And
Behind her eyes
the mountains of hope.
Peaks pure with snow,
like glass rain.
