Huff & release
the season tactic...

Beneath the midnight keys
I feel your feet running toward me...

I haven't seen the sun
come out from the dark, before...

Fingertips of liquid apple
close around your stem...

You held out your hand
to stroke the sun...

I thought he needed me
like rainfall begs for light...

They didn't create
perfect...

The surreal embers
glow within us...

Whitespire's low canopy hung off long hand...
while the sour birch prostrated before your beady...

I take a photograph of the unwritten horizon,
waiting for golden notes to flutter...

Flaming heart amidst the fire
of belligerent wings...

The italicized clock
raises an arrow...