recital

when i hear your voice,
i see your hands open on the lid,
become birds flying north
of my heart where its full
of leaves and stones,
and an agate sky floats
on water, i remember the echo
reincarnate your ghost, the whisper
of a kiss on my nape melt to tears
that rare fire that burns
until the end of the year,
reduce me to ash and haze
everything fades, i become the scent
that lingers on your wrists