Prism

Take my eyes,

emptied sockets need no fill.

Cup my hands as your own, the ridges of your fingertips form a constellation with mine.

Sweat in pools upon the memory of our dance.

Of the Earth we eat as one,

it’s catastrophic tidings of messy ambiguity.

While children in wombs wait for life, we drink the night and pass over into supple darkness.

Take all of me with subtle restraint.

Pause my breath to keep my sigh.

Fixed is this moment, below is above.

When you saw me, I was gone.