pocketed bright flowers
grown weightless on your tongue
less careful and without
remorse these eyes have seen

I could tithe in this delta
a moment behind
though advantaged as air
heavy sea

your sister sun, the yellow moon
has brought up a rainbow
too distant

but whisper my dreamer that I
love it still
threadbare and iridescent
a little wish inside

sometimes when it rains
silence dissolves into water
in addition the emptiness fills
becoming a spoonful
of dazzling aerial swallows

each wing in the heavens
comes complete with song
the firefly, bluebottle, wasp
cicadas — their violins

it is a sphere you see
an ocean of visible stars
and mythical heroes
and changeable ions afloat

hold the lifeline tight
let us come to be
the beat by beat and motion
of sentimental skin