How cold the air, burning, spitting fire
illuminates, casting circles like an echo
and you strapped to my back,
chattering, happy demon
our shadow zig zagged with frozen blades.
Reaching the waters edge
we look in,
and how peculiar, unreal.
The moment we first met,
we fell, down, grabbing handfuls
of sunken moon
tied to my front that time
we fell, down, grabbing handfuls
of sunken moon
tied to my front that time
in the pool that birthed the first eye
you peered back in, we spent time
until men and women fished us out
It was there that you accepted your fate
and watched as a black bird flees upwards
and rests on a branch,
its looks down at the blackened margins
and feels herself to be her.
its looks down at the blackened margins
and feels herself to be her.