flesh feels like bone
blue chills and white cloth
fabric of winter
shaven clean
until old scars show
on the surface
and bleed anew
along with cuts made fresh
smooth blades of aloe
soothe the lines marked by time
focus sharpened
across each hour
spent in hibernation
eyes of the chin and cheeks
naked and open
seek the sun
sweet kisses of shadow
weep gently
from the sting
of lashing winds
as the veil between
suffering and joy
is lifted
blind skin
married to visions
birthed by the source
at an altar of light
sacrificial spirits
sing ancient hymns
with the ghosts of love
at the sight
of a grave
thank God
we never dug
too deep