And in your beauty you swam across the ceiling, trilling and preening your every word
A breathless tune, shimmering among the waterlilies and toads
Calling with the crickets and flying upon the backs of great whales made of clouds
Surrounded by stone I lay on my back, gazing up at the purpling bruise of a sky
Your figure threading amongst the stars and the whisper trails they leave behind in their orbits
Cream swirls in bitter coffee