Our stare

The invisible winds

That draw a lover’s eyes

Down to flood this desert inside,

Drink, drink, sand.

Freeze that stare,

As the water begins to bubble inside,

Feel that the trickle

trickling,

trickle,

drip

drop

Through your wordless pupils

Might in this stare tip you empty into me,

That I overflow into you, air

Into me

You into

Me into

You into

Two flooding waters

Indistinguishable,

Tipping,

Breathe.