or redream your face

in water’s indecisive surface

fills obsidian vase

set centrally of wooden table

painted cracking white

.

to lick your teeth again

and tip turmoil over

and bow to blindness

tasting orange instead

either of those hot air balloons

roar

.

am i ivy?

were veins of you

ever antonyms –

did we even see

each other’s hands?

.

gasping and dancing

sweat of forest air

beads on spider threads

melting aviaries of mercury

.

frozen of viridian

uncontained sky bleeds out

in stranger’s memory