So far from home,
your nomad soul travels
to the light’s origination
selling velvet tales,
midnight dances,
for flirtatious pocketfuls
of cheap romance.

You draw light from me,
thinking you know the course,
the smooth complexity
of my uncharted winter waters.

Mast-strong,

This tattooed angel
stealing god’s breath;
so unsure of yourself,
your coyote purpose,

You paint brightness
on silver-tipped leaves
slowly, bleeding
a painful death.

Their blood
imprints our skin,
our willing sacrifice.

A pearl droplet,
a crimson smudge;
evidence reminding
a panting echo

This slight indentation
might have been
more than a sacrifice
to love.