by Stephanie

bird-boned linen
encasing fragile ribs
squeezing, squeezing
clouds of pale warm breath
through cold midnight air

salt wind seizes the breath
at the back of your throat
carrying, carrying
veils of whispered moonsongs
out to sea

drunk on your holy, honeyed spark
watching lights flow in and out of focus
tasting, tasting
your champagne perfume
in the night, on the sea

at night i sit waiting
and your porcelain breath lingers still
whispering, whispering
the saddest moonsongs
into the curved hollows of seashells