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This is what it takes to be known
I spill coffee. In each other, this is what it takes to be known. Overflow reaches your side. And yet, pantomime sighs.
On those framed glasses, roofings could be named after us. The height of the tables resembles our chance.
But to be able, the gaze on another is to pass, to barrel through. As shrike, as moonsong, as passengers to a republic that raises hunger.
Underneath the city, our flowerbeds never reach the sky. By the water, you uttered ‘yes’. Am I, fleetingly, a reverie?
Gibralfaro stretches, in glory & high, dusk falling among minutes. As if, to each other, we’re not transient. But we are.
My sweater on your arms captures me as a mailbox knows no house. Well, we only have to blink a message, only now.
To call upon the waterfront is to resemble. Youngbloods o’er sinking, I cave through. No fabric ever suppresses a smear named I.
