An Ode to Erasure
I kiss the sun
in codes and symbols;
page after page,
over and over.
And you –
you can erase anything.
You wake me up
to secrets and cinnamon,
petals and cardamom,
chives and winter.
You taste of rain.
You glow like silver.
And I’m always waiting
for what you will bring.
I walk between tunes and ditties,
pedals and strings,
and Syriac hymns.
Your voice is sweet.
Your voice is thunder.
And I’m always waiting
for what you will sing.
And you –
you can erase anything.