Seeming phantom limb

Like the merest hint
Of a stillborn twin
You pushed into a memory
Broke what I had been
Tore my molted skin
With your gentle phantom limb
There's another place
Made of veins and vine
Where I pull you hard against me
And I'm interlaced
And I'm intertwined
In your steady phantom limb
How we must glow
Yes I bet we look like snow
I can see it—well almost
Like a camera sees a ghost
There's no fingerprint
But there's no mistake:
You were here when I was empty
And I twist and flinch
And I double take
When I feel your phantom limb
Like the merest hint
Of a stillborn twin
You burned into a memory
Broke what I had been
Tore my molted skin
With your fatal phantom limb
And I am not here
No I was never here
This I whisper in your ear
How we must glow
Yes I bet we look like snow
I can see it—well almost
Like a camera sees a ghost
How we must shine
In our moment after time
I can all but hear the chimes
They are long and loud and slow
I can feel your phantom limb
Yes you hold me from within
I can see you clear and close
Like a camera sees a ghost