sake of my bones

[Lykren]

for the sake of my bones
will you please listen
to the sound of my voice
and the dream of my fingers
and I will pay you
with crimes of happiness
you will never use.

flushed smile bumps against
the pale snow
it is a terrible window
for loving
there is affection in her face
there is a shadow in the glass
I will talk it out
I will talk about it
while she’s waist-deep
in the river of sleep.