You were with me
not a picture of you behind my lids not a dream
but a kiss
a life I lived
I woke up
not knowing where I was
you were beside me
in another life.
As though my lover placed his cold, chapped hand
against the soft tissue under my ribs, stopping my breath.
As though that silence were an incision
I could step through. Foot-lifted, hand in the flame.
As though we were sparrows hopping on the garage roof,
the trees dripping, piercing the gray with silver needles.
A pink magnolia holding up palm after palm of blossom.