“you were sudden
a midwinter’s summer day
your voice pulled, soft gravity
drawing in wayward siren souls in its wake and tide.
thank you for (dis)articulating every last part of me
you left me standing, glass-boned and shaking.
A jar of rattling teeth.
I’d forgotten the sensation of howling winter winds
until there stood just You
and the swirling ships
– your voice shone like infinite sight, and devoured me