how i ponder
his shadows

how he shallows
my sleep though
these lines could
only end empty

how he swallows

& i fell beneath
a blood bed into
these riptides

drown day's
glow confidence

how he takes sky
& looks down
higher than my call
higher than the roar

which kills it

linger in these
shivers of chilled
morning fingers
which paw through
my thin sheets

from bed to breakfast
quick bit of buttered toast &
jam to start the day

a few crisp-edged clouds
loll cool slip over jagged
peaks into valleys

this whetstone
solitude sharps
imaginate blades
'til i can continue
to carve selves from
white page wombs