stars that fill
the nights umbrella
all their nakedness
is clear but light
is too heavy for words
so we switch a minor key
alone in the stardust desert
words are silent
incomplete
nothing behind
but the talking
a confession
that lies so sweet
across the span
of autumn’s hips
letters are written
and turned over
lips are spoken
like broken roses
silent
spending their time
inside a hand
outside
I am not really here
I was told