Chase Samuel Berggrun

Cool light
undoes me.
I am on the bed.
I am unbuckled,
& I want
to be shelled.

The light
across my leg
clips my pale foot,
the light,
tumbling out
my ill-turned window.
I am on the bed
& full of you
& I try to wash my tongue.

You make me dream
of almond
& advancing snows
& I,
I dig through
my body,
searching.

You make me dream
of poppy,
& when I wake,
the memory
slides out
through my ear.

God in the room,
& you are
resting against my eyelid,
calm
& soft whisper,
I hear a note,

I touch your face in the score,
I unfurl these years
& weep entirely.