Blossoms

I could quote the fifth elegy to you in Latin as the sun is rising on the world,

but I choose instead to use a different language, a primal turn of phrase.

Spring came early this year, killing a winter that had not existed:

it was warm in the evenings before the month of war came knocking at the earth.

The morning is chilling, but not excessively so. Your body is warmer than the air

and mine is colder than that, but I will forget this information in a few bare moments.

We destroyed everything and then sang it back into being;

we were the tides, the moon. I loved you the way that a flame loves air.