these obsessive nights drive me out of my mind these neon-soaked days freeze inside the glass you still owe me a kiss and a half and the knot you undid in the meaning-thread’s clasp
flights without you — just pointless attempts and reality’s dry like a military code I only vaguely suspect who you are and have not a single claim or hold
no traps set for you, no lines, no snare — you slip through the nets like a fish through ice you appear from nowhere, through veils of air and vanish in mist, leaving only a trace
you in me — like a brand new belief like a virus, you pierce every border and breach and I for you — parchment, a script, a blank sheet write whatever you want, then erase it with ease
without you, everything stills and stalls a silence spreads for a thousand miles only skyward an unseen stylus scrawls and a style unknown is born in the skies
