This Moment We Would Forget the External (For Jena)
The world slid through the atmosphere that
Thick braids of light wrapped themselves around
drops of your eyes.
I held out my hand and expected a simple warmth
myself receiving the sweet salt from below and above
This was your taste. This was your scent. This was
of you in that state that starts the sea broiling with
and dark greens.
Sit below stasis where the light operates a veil that
Letting go, sliding out of prosaic chords that build us,
Falling away from the quotidian and being partnered
and protons and knowing
the inner space where you and I sleep, wrapped
inside the other, safe.