I Bloom Darkly (poem)

I bloom darkly at your words.

Such nice things you have
on your tongue, silver and
gold that sink like liquid into the
mouths of my hungry children–

these thoughts are my children,
you see, the flesh has all but
abandoned me for better coasts
and cleaner air and heavier gravity–

but in this holy space of darkness,
petals like forgiveness float in the
breezes of memory where we walked
slowly together after a sad day

and searched all night for your fear.

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