Entry 2

On this cold earth, it was you:

walking directly into sunlight 

as if it were the ocean

while below, all the soft colours

gather in my arms. One day

this movement will cease 

this separation will end

this body is only a dark field

upon which summer travels eternally

this body is only soft rain

upon which a dark field arrives

when that person runs so desperately

towards the horizon, the land trembles 

and rings soundly beyond a lifetime:

just now, whose heartbeat

were you listening for?

violet shadow cusping my face

reluctantly, the figure descends

in full bloom

One day

I will know

ordinary daybreak:

copper wings, rising sky, dusk

when I wake, this story has

long passed. my dear

it was you, once more

my incomplete body

the only memory, upon

its final departure

returning to the beginning

it was born to lose

it opens forever:

when the tips of my fingers

turned green.

when your imprint

passed mine, right here.