Dreaming of You

When the world reclaims you, & I am left alone again in my bedroom,

I will take the bloodstains from the bedsheets & turn them into roses…

Later, as I sleep surrounded by the threads that fell from your skin, I will dream

that each thread is a feather of white, impossible iridescence

& a breeze, heavy with heat will breathe from the window, as one by one, your feathers

fill my lungs…