your skin was cinnamon
the trail of your dress at the summer's end
I never believed in much of anything
till then till then

bring the moon with you I heard you summon it
treasures opened and we both plundered it
the heave and throw of your raven hair
and your breath it was everywhere

stay a while stay a while
this thing is so fragile

waiting for a train that I've long since missed
waiting for a rain to come and drench
dry and brittle fields where I work and pray
white knuckle clenched jaw dry mouth for the sting to go away

could be what you read the chapter and the verse
a sad old passing or a bright new birth
you know how various combinations work
that old wound that you thought no longer hurt

stay a while stay a while
this thing feels so fragile