life

Life is broken,
like kindling stacked and ready for the match

Have I wasted my life, my home
just waiting for you?

I have gotten too used to
living in the dark
and the cold,
like tundra nights.

I am a cork, waterlogged, in the vast ocean;

We measure our time by our spinning.

I got you to tremble with lust.
Doves, all around us.

Ariel