hey you
you twisted floater black
sifting through my hands
would you dream of

love heyyyy
now you falling occluded
berry stained lips on the
highest limbs

in a room cold like this
one you and a
heart bound with l e a t h e r
i begin to feel p u r p l e

just like the bees you want
a dream to be her
calling out you
you live here always

enduringly
inside my face and i
am losing underneath
a blue layer of arctic ice

smooth pressed and at once
stuck frozen to your
surface i see my breath
in your mirror