Have you gathered me into arms
like salvation, rolled me
through your fingertips like prayer?
Have you bathed me with your tears,
whispered pleas to every dark place
for my soul? You see these sparks
we are gathering, how many suns
are therein? Will they bring fire
when my body grows cold with
malaise? What did you do
with the questions on my tongue?
Are they what you use to weave
the sunset that parades beneath
the tree? The river carries longing
in its travel & you carry my absence
in your bones. Who are you?
Your distance terrifies me.
How do you bear the weight
of my love? How do you ignore
the shapes of my trauma?
But this love is an earthquake
without mouth, a flood without
thirst. Don't you see the sparks
we gather here? I have given you
the charred bones of all my affairs,
the roasted flesh I'll keep
to myself. I'm afraid. I stare
too long at the mirror.
If I give you too much of my sins,
I'll lose you. Gather me again
like twigs for the fire. Fold
the rags of my body into oil.
Light me so I can feel the sun.
Let me burn darling.
Let me burn.