suprising sewn

the tip of my finger felt raw
my knee still blue
the windows covered
light comes from the east

id like to open a letter from you which tells about your heart
the kind that seeps out slowly, molasses - iron sweet
in it i hope to see the unfolding glow of your dream as pale warm cream
with words honest never tired only fingerprint ridge - a delicate landscape
of your own

licked sent prayer

reading lines down, you take the fine hairs in back and tie
knot after knot
smiled and sewn, weaving plates serving coal black

i had the impression
walking sands marking foot after print
collecting each piece on the dash along coast
swerve laugh
the headphones we sang shhh

we'll hang up


thats when tomorrow ill get that letter - remember?
the one about your heart
it will come i know each day i deliver it
opened and penned by
my secret heart