For S

When the world reclaims you,
& I am left alone again
in my bedroom,

I will take the bloodstains
from the bedsheets & turn them
into roses…

Later, as I sleep surrounded
by the threads that fell from your skin,
I will dream

that each thread is a feather
    of white,
        impossible
            iridescence

& a breeze,
heavy with heat
        will breathe
from the window,
as one
        by one,
            your feathers
    
                fill my lungs…

*Dreaming of You – Cigarettes After Sex