wet light.

and the surface began

to fade,

began to beat

your apocalyptic breast

sobbing softly into

cold, to eye.

turn around, soak skin.

your blood smiles, shyly,

passing through touch as if,

wind.

where are we going?

where are we going?

my hands repeat, accumulate.

watch your head grow,

explode,

listen to

your voice cripple, step.

forgive me,

but your container is very lovely.

your blood and i,

we converse in hushed tones.