happiness,
elusive
like a moth,

paper thin
and breathing heart,

skin with lilting
powders,

flight under blood.

your breath is painted
against the sky
and i am travelling
in spirals
with it
to the stars.

behind my lips
lies a sun
in full bloom.

we are static,
side by side and
song-hearted.
i feel the sun
peaking from its curtains,
i feel warm
creating photographs
of my body in your arms.


happiness,
elusive
like a moth:

i have caught it.