Grief is in it's hiding place

mostly

moving unseen

under my skin

it has no formal rhythm.

it is a rough diamond

a lover

and a thief

this time i invite it

my dear grief.

i let it come through

the door of my mouth

my eyes are cracked windows 

   and it cries me an ice house.

   and it whites out the lighthouse

   moves all of the stone walls. 

then just quiets and melts.