After kissing earth, fever peels
        skin from the hands of fate. It's rich
        enough to grow armies of men
        spearing each other in that harvest.

        I dream and am dreaming.

        I dream of his lips
        and hands.

        His mouth, his words
        but he's not saying and I haven't heard.

        Last night, he jacked off
        in the bathroom,

        undisturbed.

        The death rune is symbolised by the yew tree
        which is the best wood for carving runes made sacred
        if the myth about Odin found hanging from the tree
        is the same as card number 12 where sacrifice must be
        made to gain recognition of repetitive patterns that bind

        Last night we offered whispered chants in that ritual
        undressing

        of how we met. Everything has significance.
        That is what you said.

        But it wasn't what you said. It was more how you
        held me that time

        In sacrifices, everything is a sign: whether the animal goes willingly
        to the altar and bleeds to death quickly, whether or not the fire flares
        swiftly, how the tail curls and the bladder bursts a dream, a stumble,
        a chance encounter, even an unexpected drop of rain and this day