You sleep and I'll tie the noose.
Among this river of sheets, flesh succeeds the banks.
your flesh, it wraps around me.
Every night I sleep encased in your cells. I
walk motionless around your slumber to burn an ember ed edge
that is already burnt from some nights past, and
I look for clues.
And when I look back at you in that latent slumber,
in a rush of woven terry cloth, with your
eyes fluttering in in some far away place, I think
if Darwin is right, you are the most beautiful fish.