lilac curtains frame feet making no sound in
socks
on walnut and polish
Mine squeak bare
your hands
my waist
now and then
I live for those moments
outside, the night is ink in the motes of a get well card
venus is brightest there
as always
everything but you glimmers in awe
black blue evening in d minor
heaven sent
bible bound
fate found
partner
by the spur of the stars
beyond the convention of this world
we are twin gods in another
a gramophone like a copper tampa drill
spins songs that could not be bettered
just as the percussion of your cotton socks
brushes the floorboards
kiss
we make half-circles and edgeless
this pause before
landing
new bends
i will touch your face
once in this lifetime
hair like the floss of a curdle-milk sky
or the strings of a guzheng
from a small mouth
sharp enough
makes indistinguishable
whittled tights on marble sculptures
seem real within a millimetre of their creation
we are a flashfire thought in the mind
of the us that sat and heard the music
swell for the first time
met eyes
turning
suffuse clarity through the ashen ghost of a firework
immortal smoke jelly steps back in time to egg
clutching something like a yolk at the centre of my chest
it dyes me golden with the life it holds
and the rest
is purple,
so purple,
we make purple,
it climbs the spiral staircase and sheds a stained glass slipper
it presses the cool of the back of its hand to the violet heat of its brow
it freezes in the gaze of a hare
it rocks in the crescent ramp of the waning moon
and settles in the middle dip
it drips through
layer thin left by crater impact
travels the world upside-down in a game of pachinko
the stars double our score and
we win
one touch,
try to forget it,
I ask you every day,
what are you thinking about?
worlds will fail us