Mirrei

Or love, swear we're sweetly dreaming this. But if it so enamours you, to carry your dawns upright As you tuck them beyond the curtains, Posture us into claustrophobic golds, gleaming Arms of light, like an angel's skeleton Descending one another by our cloud-spines. Slip with me safely from the canvas To a pooling ocean, oily thin in our whereness, blue-black As treading without within; but also whitely Glistening, bloated in the veins of our wiseness. I will be be shyless as the size of this, Bolder than Ligeia's breath, An unhushable symphony of rapture. Stranger. I adore you sempiternally. I have carried you between my senses, Held you

Perilously preciously, as might the skin Of a retina be pressed With all the muscles of moths, Your likeness glides, a perfect facsimile Glissading my thinnest lens, Blackening, if never fully black ice, Then a one way mirror I have often used to occupy you. Somewhere between the now and never, dreaming We erase all need for composure, doubt Shivers it's spider-weight carelessly Outwards, edging the fissures of our fiction Further apart in time. My collapse is slow; I lose my vision to the cold, The terse night paralyzing. You stare at your ring. I swim in blind circles.