whiskey
warmed in jelly jars
recipe for passion
as round
these golden embers –
flame restored
came as light from
ancient skies
memorized my lines
and rocked away
the night
outside my door

bring to me
your verses –
letters never sent
maps to mark the ways
we swore to find
close your eyes
forgetting me
let us go – the wiser
eternity at fault
for seeking
rhyme

quiet has no place
to keep –
colors crease the dark
as whispers
take the shape
of falling stars
hid within your worry
pressed into your need –
stories leave
by windows
left ajar

. . .