howl-hum rattle the screens,
a whisper-rasp cheer, a cold to curl round my
big toe i see it as blue i see it as
you're gone for a few, i'll
listen for when the wind finally
opens my window, tucks you
in beside me.
so sweet, my sweet one little
pulse, a point brought through
space, this is spun for you--
for you, soft sigh, for you
this: transit via tears,
pitiful displays of whenhow?
willnow? now before our
eyelids, i, you
have kissed my face, you,
i have dried your eyes, i, you
flicker before night has been
brushed from morning's
dew.