November Revisited

I bent the light
melted the sun with a fist
spat at god and called it love
this is love
i love you i love i love
in the morning
on the hammock
cinammon on my tongue
butter on your teeth
i cannot speak to you sometimes
i cannot picture you child
you are so old
look at your hands
lady you are so big and i am tiny in your shadow
billions of winds crushed me
and you gave them a kite
i am not clever
i trap myself in caves and expect sunlight
i tremble at the sight of a firefly
however fleeting its beauty
i think i will disappear now
cover myself in feathers in a snowstorm
and wait for the warmth to wake me
or the earth to eat me
whatever
remember
i will turn to a rich soil
food for someone
perhaps a dandelion
that'll find its way
to your breath