Burning eyes blinded by
Our sudden frozen appetite.
We are thin coils waiting
For the rain to stop so that
We can cry for it again.
Opal fire matting our dead
Skin into perfects.
Disaster pupils ordained
by sudden artists
within our white nailbeds.
Two separated kneeling
Heads are waiting for our
Skies to fall over us.
I have Checked out
Against us and through
Sudden tree arms we
Are gunned hiding in
Our limitless hugs.
Backless hugs.
