Blue

Turning toward the shallow cascade
Raining from the ceiling
Watching it fall over your back as it refracts
The light from your skin
As you rest inside yourself
Reaching your hands towards indecent light
Of the blue in your eyes

And I stare at your hands
At they become everything

Somewhere writing distant words
They crystallize in the morningness into
Innumerable pattern
Even in such a burning desire to stand
I remain motionless
Watching you
How your eyes lift into the room
I feel mirror rain slip into my hands
Through my finger

And running down my body
Rеaching the floor I see everything
Just thе mirrors in your eyes
In this moment we are [?]
[?] In a delicate [?]
Only hearing the [?]
Light in our eyes
This warm blue [?]
Somehow like cold rain
I watch your hands reach towards [?]
I watch you rest your head on your shoulder
You rest your arms around yourself and you
Become formless
And I reach my hands toward yours
Like resting our fingertips
On the surface of a mirror
And our hands interlace into each other