to the birds in your hair

iii.
i birth another fragmented creation
into the pith of a pomegranate
& seal its stasis with seminal fluid.
sepia seeds & your leavings bloom
from my marrow, sprouting vine & leaf
that never bear fruit
 
ii.
you filled the eyeless face
with millstones & milliseconds
& flyaway shards of glass
hammered them bone deep, soul shallow
when i spooned the skin you'd shed
 
i.
i thought we were
forged in fire
but you were all the suns
on all the worlds