Exhale Fortuity

I send up a breath in the cold
for I am not the praying kind
and the air is thick as a blanket
but the cold abounds in the core
of me, never to be smothered

I love in a rough manner
marring skin as I caress and
clawing my way to the warmth as
I harbor my own softness in a
frightened, splintered nest

And though I fortify you,
endow me unto the spruce and the
mossbellied fir, we worship the north
with howling mouths of chaos,
defeated, prostrate in the snow

Eight lifetimes below your feet
a fortune lies quietly-
Forgive me this knowledge, that
you might be complete in your solitude
In your poor homestead, forever dying

Our shared heart, a wordless
place of decaying promise,
has been left unturned like a
grand boulder in repose amid
settling mist like God's breath

In my beating brain
we are a fluttering eaglet
traversing the cerulean sky and
joyfully weeping from blind eyes

I exhale in haste
Let this hour of flight be enough