Chamber Music

in the cold forest

we untie

our shoulder blades

through the cold forest

we walk to

a chamber of acting

stepping on dead leaves

making sounds of

triangle

a little finger

puts silver

on your eyelids

on a dancer's navel

a shining

winter star

on the stage of January

sweat and

throwing ribbon

the flower is sasanqua

your gaze floods

from your eyes

the sasanqua blossoms fall

only you

hold you

attempted cough

in the back of my throat

the last train

a frozen sky

the smell of smoke

escaping my mouth