Part 1 ~ The Visitation

There's only so much life in entropy
though you and I walked the same distance,
tears too easily unspared, the heart
too willing to burn out like a star into
its own dark matter.

We are quiet in our disassembling, no shouting
with fists of grief, nothing is left to feed the
voice within, steadfast with our impressions in the
fallen snow we leave behind.

Do not speak, my Beloved. Do not move just yet.
Your
body warm against mine, the joy of you separating
the darkness from the light.

I do not know where words come from.

Part 2 ~ The Invitation

He says "you're killing me"
as a reply to just about everything,
she knows this is true,
but it's not her doing,
never was
to be sure;
it is him being undone
by the tempestuous ordinary;

she is howling inside his tangled bloodlines,
he answers her call with jacaranda blooms.