Tuesday, February 21, 2017

A Hearthstone

Earl Gray tea has an em dash
with two doses
of bergamot—
sidling with the milk of almonds
in my mug.

It is a hearthstone,
this weight in my chest—
I’ll not mention
it to anyone
if I am your architect.

Heaven has a good
house plan,
and a pierced heart,
bleeding on a tree.

If you died
with your head on my shoulder
I’ll not mention
it to anyone.

I will sing louder
and louder
until I drown you
in bergamot.