(sound of) yellow staccatoed

charcoal on the eyes, that



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