with me

no turning loose,
before the key is in,
the heart is a shatter -
crack open safe,
you are in the middle
of it; in the splinter
of my skin, the arc
of my bones, after
the vinyl and dust
grows thin in my mind,
the last wrench of doubt
has gone, and the gilds
of longing's been cut
across the distance,

you are where you ought to be,
in my heart where i am buried
with the grass and open sky,
on my face, my eyes upon
a single tree in the barest
of fields, where we hide