Swinging clear of the ground
Feet paddle in air,
Fingers scramble at your tendon
Noose, as it calmly crushes
My camomile neck.
Bulging eyes bolt cold to yours
As I kick the stool from beneath
You. We drown limp together.

Dawn's grainy etching resurrects
Our tender forms. Against
Blank blankets we are
Quiet majesty of clouds
Set in clear skies
Smeared with rain.