Liquid sky
I was
what’s the weather like?
she saw the point
what’s the weather is?
I asked, and she
from grass to clouds
invisible eyes, I try
to find her mouth
to touch her breath
between her hand
lied
my feet
up there the brain
in brilliant sea
down there a leave
flew slow
flew swift
I thought
the rose?
By any other name would smell as sweet
maybe
yes
maybe not
what’s Time is?
I asked, and she
shut eyes, wide breath
looked down at feet
precise her hand
just shave my knee
and take the clock
maybe yes
maybe not
on neck, fell down
the leave
no more than sunken dream
on it my body
sleep
my heart
just
beat
