If You Could Only See

if you could only see
what dragon shines
its closet full of rags

if you could still hold me
wood against a fountain
eyes shut to the sound

we carved on others
their scars must be healing
even now

wherever they left them
hinges of lint
as heavy as they could be made.

if you could feel what I feel
when I push with my knuckles
from the inside of the moon

and the sound is deafening
and I swear to you
with water balanced on my breath.