For Sadie May
sometimes slowly, the penumbra shifts
rattles its earth-rich breath and lifts
from here the bitter shroud is drawn
from cities burning stale at dawn.
bow, each sun-stripped rise of day
to her, the barest daemon, fold and pray
a girl apart, not goddess but
one who split a seal once shut
this one pried me from the dull
lustless tangles, the limbic lull
to trudge with her this fossil bed,
where happy others bury their heads.
but simply, we, keep time and gaze
through the temperate bloodless days
to this between us, warm and beating
feeds on promise till our next meeting
i would have once loved you past this
as a bleached blue seraph, marrowless
a boiled mirage of my dim vapours
a cardboard doll of ink and paper.
yet here begins the recovering
the raw upset, the surface sting
of woman meeting almost girl
where tongues of truth and pale fire curl.
today is space enough for two,
unlovely children, me and you.