Cold wakes us

sun glazed ice

 

sea silver wake

I see,

 

the hollow

of your smile

 

hands refined.

 

Fat has fled

the land

 

leaving us

stripped to

 

the bone.

 

We are in

limbo watching:

 

what was so

desired is

 

locked away

faded like

 

the storm

last night.

 

Broken to

morning light

 

to silence.