Dew slides down

your wings

like honey drips

down my teacup.

 

If I gave you

my eyes,

would you be

the guardian

 

of my nebula?

Blow mist through

the wire glued

to my cornea.

 

Hold me

in your haze,

rattle me

into a deep

 

soft slumber.

Together: two spheres

trailing through clouds

guarded by barbed wire.