weave a spell

weave a spell

a spell of
days on days

leave me to rest
in cloying must
feel my hair
cold and fragrant
waves of branches give
recitative elaborate

pleasure installs tempera
alphabets in corners
injecting fingerprints on my cheek
usurping the collapse
the escape

gifts disappear

stumbled solstice moved
autumn's wake of
to dawn's kiss on a foreign couch

to the blurred sun of winter
blue silence