Dreamcatcher
Between the lightless places
Where your sentences end
I tug the corners of your eyes,
Like pulling the bedsheets back
To find the warmmattresssculptures
Of your absencein the nesting dark.
As breathless as dreamcatchers
Everything has purchase in the blue dusk,
So I pull them back to me,
Hopeful, to shape our storiesunder long stars
Buried In the blankets of your lips.
