in one night
with a bottle of wine
and grip of smoke
we realized nothing
made people into plants
and watched the dogs play

touching
but not really feeling
the water
on the grass

was it the same thing?
the wine, smoke
plants and people
the dogs
the play

i can see the reflection in his eyes
making my motions
was the reflection in mine really
him?

truth pours
in great gushes
like silk in the wind
from the wine bottle
when we knocked it over
with our blind heels
to watch the stars