Gemini

Moon minded the sun goes farther from us
Split into swirled days, smoked,
Unhungered
And no longer young.

All earth falls down
Like lost light, frightened out between my fingers.
Here at the end of night, our love is a burned out ocean—
A dry-worded brittle bed.
The roots, once nourished by the lost water
Cry out—”remind us!”—and the oyster world
Cries out its pearls like tears.

Was this the wild calling I heard in the long night past
Wrapped in a stone-closed house?
I wakened to moon and the sound-breached dark—
And thinking a new word spoken
Some promise made
Broke through the screaming night seeking a gateway out

But the night was dark
And love was a burning fence about my house.