spirit is willing

now i
barely
remember
but middle
of the night
there were sparks
a poem
about a woman
sparks
of wordplay
settle into dust
i'd write her skin
not of it     and how?
i don't remember
dustdevil words
how tight i held her
where'd they go?
a poem about
losing the world
except for her
a poem pinned
with sparks
this morning
a lost poem
its way
lit by candles