Thursday, 24 December 2009

for AM

In your dark mouth
I have seen the thousand mountain words.
Shoals of silver leaves
Swim beneath the city's domes,
Among the fountain crowns.
Breath murmurs
Within the bullet-soled slippers
As you dance
In black-whiskered air bubbles.
The shattering air glitters,
Dust clouds the sights,
And your raven's wings
Dissolve softly on the horizon.