The clouds are breaking climbing weightless through the storm.
There is no world worth another glance, her flight of new regrets
an exhalted reach for that slice of sun.
It’s not heaven she remembers but warmth across her naked skin
a soft breeze surrender, blood red serenity only the cutter craves
hoping any moment might be her last.
Pale androgynous waif she sits alone shrouded in feather and cuts
shades drawn dark, a desperate heart cloaked in its own protection
the littered mattress her valiant refuge.
Paired sparrows announce the new day at her empty window feeder,
she hears only his abrupt departure. It’s not heaven she remembers
but his fervent lips across her naked skin.
Written March 2013