March

March fell against you Like a cockatoo. Leaned and ignited, A burning chorus Of quiet orchids Yells me to your Distance. Our love dies As before it began, In silence. Vast and internal. The night stretches Abandoned arms of Battered silence Across your great light. I remember your light Under the skin of the moon. That our bodies could find Each other in the clear Singing of midnight. The night lives in the Stiff shape of your Body, with two Mouths that touched And reduced the sea to A heavy drop of sap. You were the sudden beginning Of jasmine, occupied Autumn, The still noise of violets Opening through the earth. And now You close with apricot Feathers and polished clay. You finish my lips to the Pregnant, distilled Weight of Your mouth. My kiss is a dead Pollen emptying it's dark Labor to the memory of your Prompt mouth. You have taken the Orange laughter of your face That once paled the moon to the Nocturnal water of a blue flower And bloomed it to stillbirth Within my constant heart. I remember when, You closed your eyes against mine, And you slid shut, shuddering, The entire sparrows of a founded August and you filled me Like a full, fluid fruit. I spread out against you, Moving in all directions Trying to gather you In pronounced handfuls Of the long ocean Of your body. You are one convulsing Weather, Gathering my blood Into a thin And whitening pulse Beating into this night that I do not hold you. Your voice was a remote Path of apple songs, clusters Of Rosemary and melon, stars dropped Into cut grass, a fluttering body Of seaweed and butterflies. I followed the ripe rhythm that Throbbed smooth the tight wreathed that The afternoon left in the corners of The glacial silence. I remember holding you Like lily licked honey Lilac, when I held you I held everything. You depart now in the fluster Of syllable stars, you drop from My eyes into a peeled streak of Lightening, you seep into me In all the stillness of the Morning vases of cold origins. Your voice invades all The places I once held you, Which is everything, A eternity of footfalls You left in the snow. Your loss is the only Thing I own. One name stands now In my heart. One long Storm of leaves, quiet Cellars, breathing Distance. This is the one Thing that matters To me. These are the only lines I Can now hold. Love always dies in bad poetry, We are left with nothing. I wanted you to know Everything, but this darkness Is without night.