Mute in your memory (swarm of words ghazal)

Mute in your memory I melt under a swarm of words

In my head I preach a love-twined platform of words

Shredded and sliced, the angry language that serves us

In shared arms I singsong the daily reform of words

I sling your body to the hot remembered fourwinds

Forgiveness a blessed icicle in your snowstorm of words

Nothing rhymes or reasons, no pattern pulses twice

Wheels grind sweet inside wheels, brainstorm of words

From your biglife to my smallroom I loft you alive

The touch of your stray hair is the oldest form of words

Free rebels atop the mountain we stand through the years

Cut to our stony selves in the long sandstorm of words