(sound of) yellow staccatoed

charcoal on the eyes, that

diminishing

 

tightcoiled brightness

fingers clutched round a stone calling

from riverfloor

 

you dived – ice-bitten

afterwards: the loved leafburn of

blood-pulsed skin

 

unhooked from trees

sung-as-one – a vivid blare

allgathered and lit

 

we leafbed, we sexed

our crackle and spit at gone we

dreadgrasped and embered

 

daring the cold to continue

its flaunt – it did – and we

remembered conflagration

 

: a fugue of horns against

the white sun falling

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