The Solstitial - Wreck and Reference

we speak on the shore, tongues lapping

each impulse a leaf on the water careening then swallowed

you were evergreen then

and deciduous I, perfidious I

was born from

shuttered seasons

I shuddered as your fingers mapped these veins

innumerable now

count these veins

and I was red

and upturned

and I hoped you would die

before the springtime

I was red

and upturned

and I hoped you would die

you were skipping stones

toes in the water

when I opened you

and you turned red

and I turned grey

as arbiter wind

buried us in leaves

and there we lay

until the springtime

when melted snow

washed us away