shadow work

sunlight veiled
in wildfire smoke –
I now move unseen
at the edge of woods
and sleep in cradled
curls of leaves

breezes whimper light
to the ear yet I am a shadow
never making love
on the forest floor
or braiding starlight
in my hair

at night in bed
I face the west window
and trace the avian blade
of your back
I will never
see