(no subject)

[diciembre]

what if we should evaporate

moving from jewel-like troves
collecting and uniting
under most certain circumstance
then prolonging our departures into
cloud feathered sky

and if our bodies so crafted and complex
were to flex unmeasurably and contort to the
absorbtion luring us to disessemble peacefully
with pressure rest

short stances beading
under curled leaves unfurled
arched back streamlines sliding

of yet

not knowing when or where to take to highs