Ash For Wednesday

I didn't mean
that I didn't
that an I melon
is which than
the blue tourmaline if there is tourmaline
if there is ash
if there was fire
that we are no longer

It was here in the morning-
Skin pepper
When you were your breath
Like my father's port but your arm was
sleeping music
crumpled like sheets,
Eyelash folded wings.

Didn't I
Which me alone
That I didn't want
If there was ash
If there was burn and hips
I could tourmaline
Just hovering


That we no longer