raptures of months + delicate
cloth wrappings, glancing at a
pattern lit by soft plastic blinds
letting the light in, like smoke
through gutterless roof rainfall

I’m drinking & it’s daylight dew;
as permanent as inked paper,
a stained-glass rorschach:
standing for intensity,
interpreted as love,
absolved as growth

we’ve been here before, you,
the me i see when alone, and
i, the we i feel when you lay bare,
and we will be here again, oh luck.