A Poem A Day, Poem #49

you are still the sweetest stain, suffocating my heart
with your old singing, bouncing breath sounds and
word strings across all my useless dreams and

finally you are somewhere other than an echo
crossing my mind with lay-me-down lips or find-me
fingers, but

eventually these mouths, mindful of missed kisses,
might chew some new stardust, make a softer song,
steal a smaller singing from the music of your moons,
but

you are still a quiet that even thieves can't know, and you
hold a hunger in your hands that feeds endlessly reveries,
and i can not stop your stillness, or escape the simplest,
most basic beautifuls you are, hiding again, always, a stain
of an echo in my heart,