MissOffensichtlich

night curls cold around my shoulders     and i practice fractal gaze     of ice on pane     pieces of the moon     are on the window sill still trying to breathe these shattered things . i beg the cup up to my lips again     another vice     for another lie     and it is both the frost and flame . sing love i am drifting     breathing feathers on the glass     my fingers full of moon wishing i could bloom for you     instead of choking     on the dark     instead of searching     through the blackness     for some promised light          instead of wishing          for the land          beyond the stars