years between ears

he was a silver cutting tool
she was a silvercutting tool
side by side
equal parts measured
poured from the same spot
ivory shims
bones within
with whispers for tread
apart from them tears torn
wings on the porch
left fluttering in the wind
plucked out the dust up the back winder
sun battering the door reminder
black spiral rote thinker
sits to spring in
knows who boils things
gargoyle railing thin
hunger under a dappled coat hem
greatest patience friend
to who best understands