small curls of smoke rise above the ridge of cheekbone
and nose with its narrow bridge
another night spent in circles but alone
we don’t know what we reach for
blackness slips in the vs of fingers
time falls like water
we push away what we later need
like stray hairs blown in our eyes
if we could save the now we wasted
it would be like the sun and moon
set in the sky at once
everything shining and visible
one time I saw a face to be with
set in a part of my arc
kept its shadows and looked at its white
it melted and dropped away
all the dark of the hollow bleeds
its grey into me and my time
we try and feed the needs
