When We Sleep On It
I turned to face the doorway
to watch you make music
with your sewing machine
on the old yellow table
I thought I could love you then
as you silently created bodyscapes
in sound swirled air
I turned to the window
and walked through it
crashing into the streets
to a place where
I have no business being
Good night sister
I'll kiss you in the morning
when golden hour
brings with it silence
for sighing in