You struck like lightning your rain embedded my skin like pearls trapped in lace my interior soaked you in no ceilings, no doors no gravity, no floors just floating, I became yours
the impossible depth of solitude with its amber tone vitality and some ambiguous words like the scent of a blooming field in forgotten summers and my wish to be his toy in the machinery of dreams he had canons of magic in his fingers and a slippery mind that went from one orbit to another till the light was decoloured devoured into the music of an agonizing time or prayer