Shiver & Cry

I walk the graveyard

because that's where

our souls already are

I touch an elbow raw

beneath the heavenly

fir trim and wonder if

your flesh feels the bark

if you can still drink in

the stars for this is how

we are still communing

on the peripheries of our

morning and death so

close to the park of bodies

dismembered from afar

and tormented apart...

tombstones like tears

and bruises marking

each familiar spot...