leaves crunching between
my feverish teeth and eclipsed
toes; too far to earth.
lavender trees and this room keeps
getting smaller with pouring
potency. i have spilled rainbows over
her lashes only to find my own
dry intuition blinded by stagnant
opal forests. but, where she ends and i begin
and we will this.
i will break this branded bandage and
let our clear skin heal...
slow,
pink and steady.
a leopard laughed and our
smile finally ran free.
