Wordless

In the night I paint signs saying 'run.'
In the day I walk right past them;
because you are death
and this is wrong
and you are sweetness.
We are sweetness.


A signature for your essence my love;
we collapse into wordlessness in the end.
I feel a breath and I'll admit
I write wordlessness now and then.


In the night I dream of nothing but you.
In the day I walk right past.
And how can this be?
I watch my words of you unravel to lines;
your light
become thin snakes
that slip soundlessly into ground.


A dissolving sieve
won't hold an inky self
and flip it to the sky again.
There are only windows,
and I feel your breath,
and I am silent.
I am wordlessness now and then.