I rub the featherd veins
that rear away on the out skirts of my hand
cling to my finger nails
hover on the ends and smile

I loved you in the blue afternoon if yesterday
to offer the enormity of the heart
to dance in a sunny disposition
after we finished before we start.

only your God will prenounce us dead
sat in the cemetry of your being
tearing from every well
was blind to love but now im seeing.