she went up
and then down,
up again, a twirling cup
with the transparent white,
rising against the black,
a swaying and a laidback push
of more of her
and she would curl
in a dance, light and hypnotic
to sync my time with hers
and we'd float
and sink together
into nothingness
out of which
exist, she and i
two fickle bodies
earthly yet divine,
and she burned me free
with the bare truth forlorn
"i lay a trail of ash,
and so would you,
for you are in a body,
by form and pleasure sieged,
free to burn
and be like me."