Gunpowder Treason

Outside with gauzed eyes
With empty-bottle vision, staring
At the lacquered holly, sharp
As breaths we took
Ages saying nothing
And feeling all the bones ache
Where once you touched.

Enjoying the scratch
Of knit on bitten fingertips
Our sighs form clouds in sparkling
Air laced with gunpowder
I remember
You and people I'd forgotten
Like me you forgot.

Losing Orion to the dark
Evenings full of lights, I asked
A pretty stranger for it
But he didn't see
Ages saying nothing
And filling in the silences
Where once you talked.