body of mine

And another me
Rises to the riverbed.

In this next chapter,
I will remind you of the water,
Of my many ghosts beneath it,
My hands running over your light,
Your face changing under my shadows

If you had stopped me last year,
Our lives might still rock, like boats,
Side by side in a wash of moonlight
In stride, you carry: worn pieces of paper,
A bird’s nest, a ruined Christmas
That sunken space below your shoulders,
The place where wings should be.