You are so beautiful

Since we started talking a few minutes ago –

There was blue there. It was blue of night. And it was nearly a year ago, did you know?

In your words of fantasy, a mean draught – where are we? Where did I go?

I’ve held my breath.

Paths cross, like traffic. Holding apart; a kiss. Playing wigs. Rising from beneath: a goddess.

I could be cosmopolitan now, leading lights and beautiful faces. I could be elven lost in green musings and worship. What’s correct? Where do I lose and gain and where do I draw my breath?

Gift obsidian, brought on butterfly wings, across lanes. Brought on change. You wove our chrysalis with games: I or you? You wove around we two. With your beautiful gift.

As on, world passes. And I release my breath (spell broken)  Terror of your death (curse laughed away).

You sink into my bones where drawn in, you stay within the chrysalis, the shaper of all to come.

What gift shall I return to you?

And what has not the human realm yet?

I’ll follow my heart, a dance with me is merry dawn, merry death:

Laughter.