Are we meeting
at last
here at the hanging tree
you have returned - to me
My shadow has
been waiting
for you
There where you are
hanging
the quiet, the soft, the sweet
scent of your beautiful perfume
your eyes
clothed only by feathers
of ravens
There where you are
hanging
the quiet, the soft, the sweet
sound of your controlling voice
your heart
clothed only by embers
of fires
the tree burnt to the ground
after the hanging
they released you to me
I cradled your bones