I dream that you
Tie me to the monkey's fleet hands
And we leave for some rushing green waterfall
lush and lonely
Where we drown in divinity.

Meanwhile in this world
your words fall in sparks
they burn
they fuse, become the scales upon my skin
I would slough them off if I had the strength.
I don't have the strength.

I wished for sugar-men with eyes of stone
Instead, a lotus-eyed boy with frail bones came
upon me and took my heart away.
You were not there to see.

So now I must roam clad in shells and scales
With eyes that are tea-brown in sunlight
looking for dark and mossy wells in which
to bathe a heartless body
without losing too much blood

And wonder how
You are not here to see.