I
am emptied
all
words have slipped out
thoughts
are scattered
breath
is all that is left
you
are the space between the stars
the
shadows gathered in the woods
a
moonlit reflection on sycamore and birch
the
darkness between rib bones
I
am your chalice of skin and bone
emptied
and emptying like waves upon the shore
rising
and falling – within and without
love’s
binding of all
