Kin

She felt how I feel: 

the steep burning pain 

heart-breaking mistake 

that would drown 

Us 

like heathers in the dust.  

And I can’t let it go, 

thoughts that exist where 

the birch meets the sky, 

vanilla chameleon candlelight 

whispering the beginning.  

So tell me, 

Beautiful woman, 

how did it feel, and  

how is it now we are older, 

lost in the fine airs of our lives, 

I becoming you, 

repeating patterns past.