LOVE POEM #3

they, anchored together.
the light, chrome hard hot
through antique brown leaves.
and all kitten gestures absorbed
in mittens of a bear
tree-trunks of the youngest sap

going numb & wide
all around. & I there
heel-deep in the bright

flicking ash of our gone houses
from your eyelashes,
every burnt couch flooded
with images of a veiled room
writhing.

And I will follow your breakfast mouth
like a streak of
like an appearance of
like a vein of
like a string detuned

melting fractures into jewelry.