globes of gold blur past my peripheral.
you are in this landscape
panning across my eyelids like projections.
i am the canvas. uninhabited.

we are stupid. children. gods of the innocent. lost the keys//owners of our fates.
broken heads emptied hearts poured into lovers who weren’t enough.
shame on us for wanting more than they could give.
shame on them for needing more than we could fathom— than they could express.

oh, dollop moon!
sweet soft tender
pulling you up and up
little fluff of a thing
pulling me down under—
a swift plunge.