I want to write about you
with your name to prop the crooked fence
the frozen cherry tree
about your lips
to form curved stanzas
about your lashes to lie that they're dark
I want
to weave my fingers through your hair
find a nook in your throat
where with a muffled whisper
the heart defies the lips
I want
to mix your name
with stars with blood
to be inside you
not to be with you
to vanish
like a raindrop soaked into night