A Fungus That Binds

I remember moments in the grass

and forgiveness that wasn't deserved

Times that I was naked

and covered in bug bites

Your look-

it never changed

and when I felt estranged

you held me in a feather down embrace

to ease my shaking

Must you forgive a creator

when they pluck the birds from view?

As I get older

love seems less genuine

Replacing a dwindling hope

of seeing nebulae in her eyes 

and swimming in the ceiling

Desperation flutters

through sweating palms, but-

I can't concentrate

while the snow is breathing

Author's Note

draft ii