You had a secret name fermenting
Under my tongue. I smiled and
It went yellow in my mouth.
A budding unseen burial
Ring shinnied silver tones
In my bone where you were
This is what you do in
Tiny doses. My medication
Never beamed old history lights
Or pinstripe lights your fingertips
Through a womb of dust
Stirred a new pigment.
Ana Celeste Poetry 