the white day i am kissed

tone torn out of one birdsong
though that bird
*
by now may be
where a call cannot
*
follow it
the same note goes on calling
*
across space and is heard now
in the old night and known there
*
a silence recognized
by the silence it calls to

How silly. To get so deliberately lost.

I cant hold it down

Embrace my bleeding swan here circling this big love lonely

brushing my retina with a

bright sky beautiful only

only sunsets away

my abdomen of bare lilies

a white breast waning dense under foam

bright sky beautiful only

this big love lonely

only sunsets away