Life Wrote Us a Bad Check

I send for you
and all your
mesh parts-
glitter spitting lips,
passion burnt hair
and small
feathered hands.
I care for you-
the little bird
nested in my nights.
The sun has
aspirated,
left me
to the Cheshire moon
that grins-
your mirror.
The silence
of bones
in handmade casts
are the X's
in letters
and the neon signs
screaming forfeit.
You are waiting
for summer-
the breeze
of your
past-life ghosts
that taps your
xylophone spine,
your loneliness.
We are two
falling apart,
apart from billions,
and into each other's
mouths.
I'm ready to breathe
sparklers into
your throat-
have us combust
into a quadrillion
pieces of star
and find our
safe place
in the sky.
You make
dancing there possible.
We are sad
as cherry blossoms
dying
and saying goodbye
seems like vertigo.