Soar



you love me, i said 
as confident as a mother bird
pushing the apple of her eye
out of the safest nest
and head first
into a thread of a cloud
i don’t, you said
but your divine smile—
it gave you away
i knew then if i fell
you’d fall with me
we did not need 
the grace of angels
your feet were cold 
and hell is toasty 

the wind chimes in my room
have clanged their joy
since the coldest november night 
you hung them
the day they fell silent
i had a fool’s thought—
they’re signalling my demise
but i couldn’t die 
as long as you loved me
so i brought you the coffee 
that would burn my tongue
on most dawns
as i watched the weeping sun
bleed into the clouds 
that let her baby die

you looked at the cup 
like it was brimming
with the purplest poison 
you love me, i said
was i begging?
i needed the silence not to scream
quite so loud
i don’t, you said
your lips were a thin line
i would never touch them again
you shut the door 
behind you when you left
but it made no sound
a trail of blood
from the knob to my heart—
i believed you this time.

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