Creaking sound of rusted latch
sleeping alone again, naturally,
only tide’s tremors would let her in
I should promise you
my last kiss of summer,
for winter’s kismet kites are grounded
strung by ice lifeguards;
rescue is the warmth between thighs
Pearls for breasts, silver skin limbs
frosted-glass mouths shear shoulder blades,
in ways of poetry cliche, diamonds can be forever
and not only sunrise will rise at dawn
The jeweller for all our seasons
knows the reasons why gold is found in streams
and mined deeper than unmarked graves,
I danced with someone’s lover in my dreams
River reliquaries carry everything unsaid
into mute origami seas;
fold me away for the flesh ages
and then unfold me again
until my blood weeps on your lips
