submerged
in water
inside our
vase; i'm
floating
underneath
white lilies.
stems
intertwined
with my hair.
eyelashes
against my
walls
— you.
dim,
quiet,
meditative
— you
are in the
apartment.
wet fingertips
on glass;
i draw
the shape
of your eye.
randomness.
you smile;
draw my
nose, give
it a base,
an open top
and turn it
into a vase.
i laugh.
infinite
bubbles
rumbling
upwards.
then,
quiet
distance.
b­linking.
sounds
of the
refrigerator.