i scooped a lover out of the deep blue water
i scooped a nemesis out of the bright blue sky
the century played out,
the night extinguished,
so we can divide our luck, into
split-second decisions, into
comfort around strangers.

guilt stained hands move over your back
with no plot in mind they trace your spine,
get to know your nerves,
collect the pages,
of a stranger's mind.