I wrote you a love letter on my skin
And you fertilized my scalp with poetry
Under summer sun and breezes, Love climbed
Into a purple sky that we called home
Into children we called heaven.
After a dozen winters, you flew away
Visiting time after time with perfumed cheeks
to feed me stale, gnarled lyrics
and tales of Another Forever
You my you my everything
You scribbled on paper
An apology, a promise, Nothing, I wondered briefly
Before folding it into an origami bird and leveling it at
Where your heart should have been.
You kissed my hand, lingering
Kneading false hope into my tense palm
With a proposed a Tantric Summer,
A boyish discourse about freedom being seven tenths of harmony
A vision of Us so flimsy an ant could crush it.
A verse formed on my palm
Someone is flying away again
I wrote you a Dear John letter on a post-it
And danced into a purple sky.