halloween time

of widows

you do not need to shudder
your wings against my cheek.
nor should you kiss the bud
of my neck with a whisper
of memory like needle lace.
i know that i am not alone, because
when i close my eyes,
your breath fills my lungs
like honey--i am unable
to breathe; do not want
    to breathe.

you do not need to show
yourself--you are my eyes,
you are the light that causes
eyes to see, you are the light
that blinds slowly, patiently,
after decades and decades
of seeing.