in pale words that were never flat

go wisely upon the serrated edge of the horizon.

that is what i want to say

as the colours of the earth and sky multiply.
 

i bring my green heart with it's midnight gardens

and hands familiar with the language

of the secrets in the texture of your skin.
 

we lacemake ladders and bridges

with not so much as a solid material

despite darkness knocking at the door

ever earlier these days mocking the sharpness

of the creased corners of the day.
 

the air feels thin.

i hold out my tongue.

the air smells like pepper, tastes of nothing.
 

an apparition of a medicine woman.

sliced apples on a plate of bone 

to banish all the things that scare me.
 

the clock chimed ten before i arrived

and now it's nearly tomorrow.
 

my beautiful accomplice

tonight i wish you tidal waves of love

and a heart strong enough to navigate

our winter home of quiet lands and stormy seas.