a book on the night stand
my breath and my timbre
it melts over our mouths
the words I placed inside of you
the time when we crawled out
into the snow when we were alive
our eyes closing around a crackle
of ice treading in a garden of steps
I have no fear to be carried off with you
to the beautiful falling apart
I remember your voice as a love song
tying my hands to my wrists
as I drew you close within a pencil
wrapped around the moon at night
the shadows across our fingertips
unravel an ocean so sweet so starless
– Daniel Haskin
October 26, 2023