Whisper.

Green bottle bottoms swirl sleep in my window muting the steam from an afternoon bath Sorting, distorting the lawn and enigmas which only a dream could decipher, behalf. You, sitting lazy on the edge of the water with one hand in suds and the other in air as we softly discuss all the wells and beguiles that life tends to throw us while we're unawares Notes of last night hide in corners all crumpled lists that we made to go this way and such Steam and sleep water now up to my shoulders impelling my skin flown to slickness and touch We comprehend all the air and it's movement Lifting the roof with the storming of brains Quietly you kiss my forehead to silence the mirror of heat from the breaking refrain Glass and decisions, your hand breaking bubbles and eyes bent on closing to slip, slip away Afternoon lazy, the verge of discovery filled up with the silence of words yet to say.