You vow yourself away,

you burn yourself

into thaw, you

yellow the cliffs with broom.

My breath

shatters into you. I am

particle

in what heaps you whole,

ash—hovering

in your second sky, in the blue

I hollowed from the blue

of morning.

And the half-said holds

in our frantic lungs, uniting

fire’s more with want,

and the word that will carry us

beyond ourselves—

here, where the hard earth

storms toward us, shot through

by wind’s reaving awl.