Butterflies blinking on your shoulder.
Trout whispers under their crystalline curtain.
Love fills this cave as we yearn for the drowning.
Our last sorrows gasping.
Old selves turned crispy.
A delicate, empty cicada.
As my fingers make camp in the valley of your spine.
Gone are all the hungry coyotes.
This fire crackles for our sake.
Lightspeed through a vacuum of lonely.
Sparks launch our tale into the milky way.