She had a love blooming in her belly
Riper than an orange
Everything that could have been
Lingering sweetness
Untasted on your tongue
Your footfalls in bare rooms
Windowsills balancing places
Behind a sweating glass
Miles from where I first drew
Words that promised you full
Still-frame wisps wrought on ancient wood
Freckled with the dust of palms
That never quite touched
Closet wishes bled onto the synchronicity
Of wristwatches past bedtimes
Snowstorm cemeteries and the hush
The sound of nothing and everything
Cascading onto all there already, always was
White echoes in midnight-bright forests
The stillest moment I ever saw
Headlights flooding sleepy streets
Stale coffee warming hands never held
Stage fright songs singing softly
Searching for truth
Between the lamplights and home
Keep me in your pocket
Like treasures returned
Words I wish never left my lips
Blurred to broken
As my brittle bones
Warm haunted halls
Lit with James Taylor
Coupling a secret too sweet to share
Sweet as nectarine honey
Blooming in bellies
Goodnight, ghosts.