We were entranced in gold
gold painted
gray like the
Aircrowns of clouds which
died in the sea and flooded
clocks in time.

In time we see wine-flood drowning your veins.  

In the light,
echoes cross your chest
and ride your face
pasting the evening names of
all the alnames
building a pillar of floating memories.

Memories float in wine-blood
like all that’s lost
in the seconds between
blinking, the images
in light are carbonized