Ocean December 2, 2014 7:37:25 PM – 7:39:15 PM

On a window pane. It was only the sense of fire, of water, of moon, of the functions of your body so near, the noise (that was always still). In the day a near voice was almost awake. Glass millions of years old in the darkest desert.

Red. The sentence that fell from your mouth just now.

I sailed between your lips and kissed the meteorites glittering down through the atmosphere.