you smell of rain,
and dark belanterned sky,
of sheets of water,driven
at odd angles to reality,
or was it horizontal? i forget.
you sound like
dripping silences, complete
with rattling rooftops, shards
of skylines tinkling at sunrises,
or maybe sunset hours. i do not remember.
your eyes are monuments
to galaxies, passing
and of stardust spilled
across invisible borders of worlds.
or was it dimensions? i am confused.
your movements, light
like music, made of themes
both counter-point and in harmony
with the melodies of the spheres,
or maybe plainscapes. i do not understand.
in the sway of your movement,
i am still, and the carnival
that is life, condenses around me
all swishes and brightness, all that feeling,
or was it thought? i believe.