Dunes

By Gabriel Jesiolowski
we floated asleep, as the house beams were carved
with birds & waves through the night
 
not knowing how to walk through sand dunes
not knowing the sand blue color of your veins
 
it is tiring to wake each day to the frost
your out breath melancholy, smooth

Gabriel Jesiolowski, "Dunes" from As Burning Leaves.  Copyright © 2017 by Gabriel Jesiolowski.  Reprinted by permission of Red Hen Press.
Source: As Burning Leaves (Red Hen Press, 2017)