Jack Ross Knutson

Fire Eve

We aged by the firelight with the velvet night
In its struggle against the dawn
Your eyes whispered ashes into tongues of fire
Cast like skipping stones into lost ripples
Echoing in the glass drops of rain rat-a-tat-tat
While the ribbon of my soul unwound
By the light in the palm of your hand
As I saw the present through the lens of long past
And I kissed your living memory 
Into the rib of bone 
Courting us hereto forevermore