ditty for love
by jonahboat
at the white altars of failure
my hands sing their thirst of your skin
they sleep in tremors;
small quakes across deserted wrists
far away your eyes burn;
lanterns on hills of solemn beauty
you gather stars from night
and place them on rivers
in spangled tongues, bridges of joy
between earth and sky
you glide to disturb them like a swan
graceful punctuation free from coarse mountain lips
silencing wide maws of time
the dark earth
holds me to you
you speak the alabaster moon,
wait for my hands to open
like rolled leaves
and you kiss them
forever