Sun lips, I remember it clearly:
We found each other on the shore.
You told me something I could not hear
Then you retreated quietly,
Gently tiptoeing back over the water
Little splashes here and there
Falling little flickers and flashes
Drops of glowing red
Dipped in plasma
Burning my skin as I chase your shadow
Feet falling through, you Jesus lizard
Where did you go?
If to travel a straight line means to chase a ghost
And if to stare at the sun is to go blind
So be it.
And you said something about butterflies
But you knew only moths follow the light.