About a Birthday

dont look this way!
dont flash those two stars
in the gray of that Blessed Day:
where the rink's cold down below
had no place up where we
cheered and cheered to
a future we could never know.
you took my hand,
took my heart,
took my tongue and
turned emptiness into art.
I took too long,
too many times...
took me an age and a half
to revel in the ribcage
teased by my fingertips.
To hear
The heart of a roughdraft
beating to the rhythm
of the jewel on your tongue,
beating only to my name
up against your teeth...
i figured if i fell,
it would be on my feet,
not in prayer,
and down on my knees...
you took my hand,
took my heart,
took my tongue and
turned emptiness into art!