Cleft

moist contact
these dewy flakes
drifting like slow
candle light

crystal fire turning
like darkness
in tall spire

I can reach out
and melt them
taste them
and they crawl
like tears
down your dark
brow

gather on the sadness
like slush cool
in the gutters

our city glows tallow
neath the clouds
the streets are polished
with the quiet dead
of evening

take our hands and
feel our hearts sadness
like love you notes
in summer sands

I could kiss away
the blues on your
beautiful pain
touch my winter
hands to your summer
haze

and your gaze
graces my
emptiness
like polite
melancholy notes

How I wait forever
on the bridge
while the water
sings its sorrow

and I listen for
your footsteps