The softened patina

In the ruins of ashen crops
still-time rain goes beneath the earth
like razor tunnels to the map stream.

The dirt forfeits the disclosure
of tiger pearls where docent ashtrays
stagger in meetings all day.

When once you were inside me
there is now a forever hold
where I confide in a strong willed witness.

I have never seen such beauty
than the bounty of this partnership.
We have come out colluding
in the river of our joint minds
that neither bow or partake in fun or game.