Shed Skin

My rugburn sky won't heal
Your full moon eye won't wink back
Somewhere lost on cold fields
Between divine and a chemical trap

The lampposts fizzle out
Coyote scripted swan songs
There is no telling now
Dressed up eclipsed in a meadow of wrongs

Your tender touch in leaves
I'm crumbled up in your fall
Beggar thief on his knees
Supped from your cup, breathe in, a free-for-all

Comb your silence with balms of amber
Wear our violence like shed skin of an adder.