Yes. No. Maybe. The height of a giraffe. The colour of sunsets. Thunder clouds in a clear sky. Gods in Beasts. Purple rain and Orange blueberries. Silhouetted trees. Murmmering leaves. Moon washed. Recycling unused wood. Unrequited. The illusion of what's not there. 15mm too small or too thick? The lash of a tongue. Screamed. Steam off of snow. Risen and succulent. Smooth. Bubbles in a Jacuzzi. A desert lagoon. The silence of a fire. Freefalling palpitations. Wreckless. Wide open. The youth in a wrinkle. Or a wrinkle in youth. The sound of a supernova. Dancing lights of the aurora. The space between. And the between spaces. Timeless. Wanton. Brazen. Broken. So empty its spilling over, and all consuming. Indistinguishable. Unseen depths. Fathomless. Shallow ripples. Waves upon waves. Status without face. Stolen. A mirror without reflection. Sunbeam skin kisses. Captured. Lingering breeze. Static glances. Sleep's rise and fall. Temporary Life. Lent not Given. You. Me. Them. Nothing. Breathless.