prose bones.

you woke in the eerie glow
of early morning,
spitting gold from between your teeth
like a fountain
filled with diamonds and magic
even in the fever of nightmare
your words slice my skin and
expose my bones
i feel the cold
from your breath and wish
you could see yourself now
your poem blood and bedhead
tangled up in metaphor
i hold my tongue out
like a child catching snowflakes
and let your message melt there
taste the grain of melted metallics
in wonder of all that your body holds