Blue

Your eyes of
tar
taught me
the ancient song of
darkness

I can't remember the keys.

Your heart
blooming at
the brightness of my

burning skin.

My matchstick fingers keep
drawing you
- my black nails their blunt leads -

I'll sharpen them my love.

But the page is blank
as my tears wiped my
charcoal curlicue

inescapable

like autumnal winds.

So in this
burning bundle of myself I am
trying I
am trying

to

remember.