Jake's Flea Market

late winter
the night that lives these months with me
at dusk it began
to return through gaps between timbers
through cracks in the mudded walls

i began to shiver like an aging man
faded to blind

early summer
the day that’s come
to live these months with me i 
wanted her to be my lover warm and radiant

i wanted to ask if she’d
closed her eyes against the dark or
if her eyes remained open

i wanted to
ask if she could see her own breath

i wanted to warm her
with my body under my wool and under my furs

this morning i wake

i open my eyes and i’m blind   

out from under my blanket
in my nightgown i sit

the cold trembles me

i light my candle and i see

i stand and my bed is emptied

somewhere the early summer day sleeps in