the birds hop
tentative after
red skies washed
over the pregnant
silence of dawn
breaking dream

i hope she slept
unphased by crimson
as the sun’s fangs
carved furrows in
the onyx blanket
casting stars to
the lowly earth in
summer’s last tantrum
before autumn falls

her somnambulist stare
holding the last tender
torn from my raisin heart
as the sky bleeds
for love withered on
vines of thorny dismissal