Myself, Falling

what can
unsteady a person

bring her falling
into the deepest sky?

she swims
inside dreaming

lets go
of possibility

makes dizzy the first
bone-dry second

then blueness…   



her eyes let go
of every surface

every weather

she is everywhere
arms floating in blue



Painting Without A Sunset

The sun now
directionless, unique.

You set it in your blueness,
quite dangerous.

You don’t
redden the blue
any longer. 

The center of colour,
where the face pales.




So, in the looking back, there I shall find the answers hooking hands, playing
with the familiarity of lying together.

Which? To each?

Perhaps I’ve been foolish but I take nothing back.


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