live faces

i have listened to your gems hidden between

your subtle lashes and lowering our heads

now will never fall apart. disappointed trees 

drowning in forgotten ethereal limbs while

we sit and stare at this broken bricked clock.

i can track your resentment and treat your 

gold with fairy dusted psalms; i will read to

you slow and listen to you strong.

 

dry wrists

around my wrists dry moisture of what was before

the smearing of ashes spread across your sky

i am deliberate in these words and i have forgotten 

how to be subtle in your vacant

eyes; remembering our canvas

on oil and knuckle sand.