I can see the lines written on the surface of her eyes
but every time I get close enough to read them she
kisses me like I’m the last man on earth and then–

*poof*

it’s lights out, like the great cosmic mother saying
“boy, you know that’s not for you to know. just feel it…”
and my eyes grasp for light like baby hands until
I just feel it

and I feel it and I feel myself dancing and
see our lips signal and swim, two
purple seahorses in the dark.