one day the fire will light open the Ganges & the breasts of rain will wash our names as ashes touching the back of the sun Bismillah night & back your name swells in the plume of my mouth i smoke the ripples of your shadow as it flutters a body between the bones of this noise keeping the sun from repeating while there’s snow Once the light veined you like a noise caught in the dark moment to moment skin brushing into strokes of snow its rustle thinned to welling sound the body like an echo once plunging light melting its feet with a slow fever your toe on the ground like a fish biting the water
May 3, 2016