Something about fire but I guess it slipped away
I can feel it stuck, twisted just behind my heart
pulling hardest from my
neck pulsing with every breath.

Whatever it was that I forgot.

Unstable melting,
this winter heat haze,
this flickering shift
of perspective.

The petals
falling, bitter, the
memory of snow sweet
together we were I
wish I didn’t but I do so
wish I could step back,
I wish I could trace
the muscle to the source
of the pain I wish I could
breathe into it instead
of away. This tremulous
balance, feeling of
underglow, this shaking
of bees.

A flash of red behind on the slow
drive down the mountain into town.
I looked back and on the ledge
a shock of robes, a clear view
vision serene face of a monk
in slow moving meditation, the
pause of time, bright deep orange
against the shining marble face.

The night sky rolling low and cold
over my chest, my knees, my stomach, my
toes. My back melting into the hot pool
and over my sides, that sloshing
across the ribs lungs shaking above the surface.

It hurts to see this
much it hurts to see
this far, valley stretching past scope.