"There was a light on the water, a stranger’s hand cold and wet in its place above your heart.
'the moon is floating away.'
He breathed loud and soft, his eyelashes touching your mouth, and the ghosts guttered in their place on the river bank.”
We flitted through outlandish bone wells
and heaved sand over puddles of sleep.
Fornicating horrors pursued us,
and nobody else saw them but you.
You drew my spines across your eyelids;
wrote your name on the roof of my mouth.
We can help each other disappear,
and we will go where they can’t follow.