Wintering

a small crucifixion by
starlight--

bloodsoaked
on the moon-patched sand,
the will,

martyr of love;
silver carcass worshipping
a gold one.

wintering, weathering
drying out like salt and growing dim:
thickly bloated
as though too long submerged
or underwater.
coming up from earth and spitting sand.

love cannot carry us, we have grown
too large.

i am and only am the
stasis to your waltzing stars.
nonbeing of winter:

splices of quartz crusting over.
in the wake of your petaling, plaster.