Southern Skies.

Under the southern skies You were reluctant to touch For fear of anchored storm In still stalked frozen seas And you were afraid to enfold A pungent beauty in your arms. Counting the out breaths into Leafed wind in dunes of sand A few skeletons under the trees Extending marrows in finite land. Under the southern skies Staggered promise for clenched pain Expecting a smile at the very ledge For a felicity dappled in crimson dawn.