Per Esistere "to exist"

Hiding from the morning sun
In tossed sheets
having wrestled threefold with you–

I find you not here.
Not even a shadowed warmth,
or the scent of your sweat
mimics where your body might have lain.

So I close my eyes, and picture again
the light as it attaches to your face
your gaze from across the room,
the same light I hide from cursedly
now in the early morn.

Your paused look. I rewind
and watch highlights and shadows
glide across your face.
Your eyes give me away
as I revel in a dream.

The Answer

her voice. The barn owl
campfires crackling wind (all back-
drops) put me to sleep.
The nipping wind pays no mind
to our body heat.

The Crackling.

When I freeze,
stubbornly
trudging, I begin.
and bitter.
agushinto a flow
into a babble, in to
a trickle.

When I freeze
I harden my children with me.
Their scales: steel blades.
exoskeletons like iron shields.
Their skin is battle leather.
All brought to a sinking halt
masked in heaps
of undyed, unraveled
thread.

When I freeze
its even, and transparent
down to the bed
where dirt has settled
with polished rock
discolored leaves
maybe two or three
spheres of air
formalized
as a gem for the eye.

From the banks
you will hear
a sound
as gentle as the sheets
that cover me.
My glass floor:
A world
just out of reach
for fear I will break
and consume you.