You and I are transforming all the time.
I mistook you for a dragon. You mistook me for an angel.
We eat our symbols and are unmoored.
Unmoving, your wings are thin as lemon slices.
Our death pillar is in the glint of your eye.
I wanna play scrape the sky with my talons. You are so incredible.
Come play scrape the sky with me.
Its just-
I’m starting to think the Grand Hermetic Androgyne is here. Exonerated.
Because we purify water with our suffering.
Borders fall away from us in tandem.
And I can taste every speck of your glamour.
What else would I do with the body you made me?