where I end, may you begin...

Jump, the sky is behind us

now, closing your eyes

Is always safe

in the swift whipped

snap of our curving
to an end

or just another bend
where time sits emits stymied wit

scattered like leaves

matted to all the scarred land

skin I’ve left,

on the body of our Summer  

deftly passing through my flesh,

what used to burn bright,

the fight and  forage,

our flight our storage

you think of course

I might have known

that someday

as you did all along

 how grown, how together

we must be to abdicate

what flowers  will age

and weather with what we peppers for

a silly or a sage thought  and hidden smile

or something that comes when

minstrels whisk dusty regard into laughter,

trailing it into our fires

and bluing the edges of what we once were
ashes and ivy as we fall lively,
upon the sharp angles I ride,

hide what  clouds my way home again

as I cut this whirring mad world into smaller
and smaller bits
and the price that knits
what I wear

and fit what arms

my withholding of

any light  that eats

away at my dark

is rising high

there is no need to bleed out

in the rain anymore

when I know the worms will

out wait any fence

I try to build

or mend…