Cyrillic ache

my love  
abandons tosses and turns  
and sleeps with devotion  
upon sunrise  
leaves a perfectly smooth blanket  
to catch the morning light  
my love is up for work  
kicking his bike into freedom  
quick with a cigarette cocked in his certain mouth  
my love leaves a breadcrumb path  
of nicotine for the birds  
low enough to follow  
my love leaves too fast  

my love  
steadied me  
when my skates went clumsy  
without touching  
my love  
has earned my head  
enough to convince me  
my whole brain is a wrinkly pink writhing  
worm curling  
the letters of every word he told me  
 
I can live in spite of my love  
and think back to that sky solid enough  
to bump my head on  
 
I can live for my love  
no matter which side of the world  
it's taken.  
 
I can live with the fact that it happened  
and maybe I'll give up  
leave it alone  
 
but not until I know his language.