Ha – La – Li
(LoveSuicide for A-Dong)
‘And over Li Chiang, the snow range is turquoise
Rock’s world that he saved us for memory
a thin trace in high air…’ – Ezra Pound
Cold fingers sketch the mist,
your outline
pencilled
through dawn’s paper napkin.
I follow you under rose-boughs
overhung
this cobble-road –
a sleeping scar in our giant’s backbone
that feathers ghosts
across
snow-peached skin.
I cup your hands at the crest,
cradling them to me
before leaping
and our eyes
melt
into the air.