Hold me like day.sewed
into the curve of yourshoe (I live for the harshest colors of your eyelashes)
I make you
girl-ribbons and boy-ribbons;
claustrophobic phosphorescent surfeited aisles :
sitched-up-buttoned-down
for imaginary storms ,

and turning the moon in-to
paltry plastic pearls (the milky way
is too wide a stream to keep
me from you & her)
foolish her and me and you and
foolish gods that play
with gods ,

you leave your finger
prints on restless
lips and quiet hearts;the fluttering birds
(we drowned ourselves in her lake)
and you have danced
en tourant, in pas de deux
away from worlds that
shape themselves

for your whims, they live for you and her .

Throw me into night;the endless sound
               (if this is what wonder is then i could
                maybe
                sing without you)