Fluff

after we took the photo, just trying to
capture the mist, I laid down
in the snow, your mouth tasted like
blackberry, your eyes didn't scare me
with their loudness

heh. you painted them with your
skin till they turned quiet again

I had to lay, my legs were jello

WE had to lay AND we lost your white thong

your coat was scratchy

when I held you, I was back on the
bayou, I was home

we were high & I remember knowing
that death was curled above us

you were drunk, your eyes
savage & their real green, the ocean
under glass

you said we would make it through
the winter, that only our eyelids would be
paranoid, that we could make paper boats
for spring, buy a bubbly new houseplant, try
a new tobacco

are you sure I said, bubbly?

yeah, I wrote it on the back of the photo

in you , I always forgot myself

in me you were a velvet star, burning crimson
in me you were a man & a child, you were my
safety rope through winter, a storm that was
not aimless

and you, you shook the grey out of each day
even now you are still my word heart, a
flower in the snow