chimayo
|its been years since
I’ve thought of you
it occured now
when I
smoothed out Two Gray Hills
wool carpet
lured into red sunsets
splitting pure white
dazzling yellow light
from the center
remembering cold january mornings
weaving our way past snow lined adobe
gathering blessed sand, red chillis
seeing Navajo weave their magic
we purchased magic
rolled it into our passion
ate our dreams
carried it on our journey
toward separation
warp, weft fibers glistening beside
sage induced fires
curling new mexico stars
pressing desire's surface
smoothing out Chimayo
breathing shuttles click clack
memory scissors escape
toward edges of you
screaming on fifth floor
suicide watch time