just out of reach
she feels waves of moon
too close too far
being awake is
an impossible
thing
sometimes the wound
encroaches
sometimes I feel like
I’m moving backwards
out of body
it must be longing
that pushes you in earth
a still flame and I remain
never blood like this
a chair
a pair of lilies
I’m still
moving
and the light is small but
bright enough
the vampire holds
reserves of quietness
to swim toward
an impossible shore
to drink to the last drop
a thing you need,
call out for
can’t imagine
in the window her wings
are an arc of pain
waiting to be let in
she fluttered to you
with a jewel
in her heart
find the fate and
write the letter
later choking on
glass
she gives it up too soon
but the fire rages on
she is always rising from the grave
sometimes, she says, they
won’t let you go
and love is a binding thing
among the living
to crave a beyond that
can hold
