The Oak and Ash

There was a light
within your eyes
like the rain which
fell upon the graves
we dug with mud-caked
fingernails.

Here we bury
our hearts away,
beneath a moonless
sky.

I trace the map
upon your skin,
etched deeper
than ink.

The scent
of your smoke
will linger in my hair
for years and years.

But I breathe you in
with the dust,
you taste of earth
and ocean s

The Oak and Ash