The words I once spoke with poems

You now make with your body

Like angels contures in the snowy sheets

Windows open in the walls all around

In the darkness we are surrounded by them

I float sleep and drunk between the worlds

But I will return to you by morning.

I bring the sunlight and you bring the night,

You have me on strings,

You have stilled my hand and I lie like death beside you

You pull the walls back and I can’t see out

And I don’t want to.