Poem – “Without the Earth to Place You” – Romance – 8/20/2020

Only the heart
Can cart you back to sunrise
While the love is eclipsed,
By the bones from a smelter,
Into a white next to black.

My canvas for this grief,
Running like the pale ocean
Out of my eyes.
Sentences I conjure
Leave winds to stir.

Her eyes show the heartache,
Manifesting on blue shallows.
My place is designed in her,
The flu, my cure,
My sickness, my immunity.

Last wilted flowers
Near to a grave, that stays
Inside a heart never to beat
For the moments of countdown,
Where I face the cliff,
Where I soon grow stiff
In joints, in bones, in my feathery tomb.