i loved you 
like a crown of song birds.

oh you ask what it 
was about you that prompted
the swans to speak-- 
pour their tongues into 
your skin born new into feather--
i loved you like a crown of
song birds--
circle me song-- 
you the girl who shed
a body like a cough of dandy lions--
what could i know about the 
fickle heart of a Christian?
i worship a swan.
--tried bapatism 
by devouring you
in a mouth of mist-- told
you to make your voice as loud
as the circle of bluebird 
throat--tune strangled in 
the neck of a sparrow--
remember me when you melt
free
in march-- pray to empty stone. 
A snake swallows
another apple. you
take off your feathers to make
way for June. 
Chain yourself
to the mouth of a dragon
with me--
write me into poems if
you find your hands again--
i'm saving a basket of your
feathers so you might remember us--
i'll be on the other side of a thinning
mist-- look through the
circle of the crown--
i'll sewn you into the otherworld
with the beaks of only
the morning doves.