Through galvanized steel diamonds,
we exchange words. I can almost feel
your breath brush off
this skin I wear. As much as I want 

that zinc and wire to dissolve
so I can touch your blues harp marred lips,
please don’t sing them to pieces.
I need you

to disappear
into the curve of your unspoken
phrases, so I can continue 

to be blown away
with these tree branches breaking against night.