To Feel My Name Cut in Two...

To feel my name cut in two
--on one side useless December
--I had to cringe, tied
as dancers still hold arms
circling, drenched --to breathe
I had to be afraid
though even stars have lost their shadow

--half a name, so cold
scattering my heart and rainwater
and the twin who is what's left
when a name is dead --even the sun
backing away from December, half dance

half half :a sister about to rain
and the thaw makes its pass again
as if the heart could be renamed
held out to warm myself and the sun.

Light needs this emptiness
but in the dark, in arms
where only twins can be seen :a sound
that came apart and never dries
or turns to answer.
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This Granite Has Sea in it, Each Splash...

This granite has sea in it, each splash
a bell --water lets nothing forget
and drop by drop even stone goes mad

carve by a small saucer for tears
for the tormented miles away
ringing out --I come to scream

to become a bowl and the white smoke
rising where your lips still drift
under the pounding snow --this stone

has tides in it, smells from rainfall
and decay and your arms too are in my throat
in the distance, in the tightening.