Hessian chains unbind--

Us.

And we lay
Coating names
On clouds.

Tilting titles with
Rainbow scents.

I leaf blackthorn-
Mythology to
Fungi tears; weeping moss
From stone.

Though skies smudge--

Empty.



She shows me the softness
Of bramble.
As we hold a song of siren sighs-
Silhouettes pulse art.

And I tingle lightly
In caring flames.
Although almost never speaking.
She forms white-wishes

Inbetween my heart; my head.