Ash Tree

In Winter
I burn you to ashes,
so I can inhale you.
Churn your essence with my spit
our seed in my mouth,
put us in the ground.
A thin film of the starlight of your body,
there on our seed
waiting to be split
open by the yearning,
of the unfamiliar
memory
of living.

I wretch and writhe
vomit up the bile of being
half-ling
half life
half alight with the eyes of those who
would scorch me
and make us into nothing.

To purity;
I wear white clothes and write prose and poetry
being a ghost of our destiny
is easier than bleaching the bones broken by our undoing.

Ignite
Ignite
This night like any other other calls you out in the sound of thunder from your bed
and you remember how the lightening flashed across both our heads
That night when nothing aligned and instead
we tasted the blood of one another
in the anger of injustice
still star crossed lovers
and our lifeforce spilt on strangers
who could not bear to be good friends.

Miss me, while I find sanctuary
by the ocean
between the sky and sea.
I grieve
You hold your head up while it hollows out
until
memories, memories, memories.
I make a den,
plant a garden,
sow a seed.

In Spring
I see you and me
seedling
loamy soil
roots striving
shoots reaching
and my heart knows
there is alchemy in fire
and it is tender to bury things
a while
until the light finds them
through the cracks in everything.