Suddenly they are clearly no longer the creatures
I gave so much to, no longer split ends, fresh water and pure air
they are whole and growing and into the moon
into the sun they reach. Skin splits and grows hard
as do their hearts presumptive.
We skim the air with them, with their stories and youth
stretching before me as fields of green
the new sweet buds on the rosebush, heavy with summer at the door.
This look is gone, this moment, hold still my darlings but no!
don’t gasp or it’s over.
I can beg until I’m bloody, I can cry silent again
i can dream until the day returns in sleep
and your skin is gentle and purrs against the winter wind.
I can whisper breathless again all time
and bring you back, as now
nimble, scentless and free.