A Valentine After Madeline Gins

Where is the wind wandering

Is it weeping where

Swallows be I also swoon

For sweet seconds

For secondness itself

Wondering what have you took

What surfeit of waves of sound

What whitening song crest

What slowed breathing

Was sound to a mole

Weak switchboards of who we were

How we sweated extension

And were sometimes the sweeter for

The between of things

That quip and persuade

Shimmying my windows

Wilding a soul’s haloed elopements

Seeing to it that I get swept up

Sluiced by swell weave

By unseen shibboleths swift map weather

Until every world be ceased

Until we be watery wastes

Wrecked on salvages by no one’s will

Only the swish of a logo
Silencing my kisses.