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