This Space from Gold

Salt-laced linen rustles nightlong whispers as you stir
Crumpled lover, folded up implosion of a flower
Parting picture painted of events that could occur
Hangs above your headboard absorbing dreams

Shifting in the softness of the blueness of the darkness
Anchored by an anvil ‘gainst the closing of the sky
Blurry as the time it takes to heal and scars to mark this
Variform as starlight within a stream

Hold me down, I said to you
Take my crown, I begged of you
And we couldn’t tell this space from gold, this space from gold
And we wouldn’t know if we were told, if we were told

Your breathing found the echo of the rhythm of an arrow
Heart-bound, penetrating to a life but barely glimpsed
Covered over by an avalanche of frozen sparrows
Blanketing a longing asleep serene

Hold me down, I said to you
Take my crown, I begged of you
And we couldn’t tell this space from gold, this space from gold
And we wouldn’t know if we were told, if we were told

We couldn’t tell this space from gold
From gold