Reflections
on a mirror frame
I smile
into your whisper
Can u comb
my hair?
What sleeps
in defenses
Demands me
to tame
A moon of
blue flowers
Faces cannot maintain
Deepening flames
of amber
Squeezed
into a box
Sealed with
fish bones, fences
The key,
thrown into a river
I dive, we
dive, we drown
Key in your
hand
Hand in my
hand
Under its
surface, the river
Is an ocean
and the sun
Is made of
amber
Homeless
camouflage
All
destructive anger
I dream
Then close
my eyes
Sleep dreamless, always
