Waiting for you with stardust on my skin
and sunlight in my soul,
bounty is upon this table.
your pale face blank
at its sight.
Grayest matter pleading me
though the heart
undulates at the hope
of your warmth.
Your lips now dry
sunken under their creaky lies,
Stories you’ve confessed never true
in the deepest shroud of midnight.
Your soul a churning bystander
at the accident of your mind.
your body lies aimlessly,
a faded leaf whirling
in the shallow of a street puddle,
Gulls chant, breaching the Presidio fog
calling you to walk in sunlight.
10/2005, copyright jennifer brinn